Bad Day

Is it because I stayed up late? Or was it the news of the planned terrorist attacks and the probable results of such plan? Was it the recent murder-by-beating of the little girl in Utah by her parents?

Was it because of that fight with my mom? Or the judgments of others I've been fighting off lately? Or maybe it's all the fighting in the middle east.

Maybe it's the crap on TV at the gym. Maybe it's the pain that friends & siblings are going through that I'm taking on? Or is it the job stress & worrying about my humanitarian work? Is it because I've been slipping health-wise & financial-wise?

Was it the massive splash of blood down 50 yards of the highway? Or was it the terrible conversation with one of the girls from my branch? Is it because I'm alone while Dan's taking a (much-needed) day off, which just so happens to horribly coordinate with a really bad day?

Regardless of why I'm having one...can I just say: I'm glad they're not all like this.

As I sang my heart out to a mildly sad song driving through the night, windows down, head high (maybe I was protesting...or maybe embracing the bad day)...either way, I sang loud and strong, and my heart was in it and it pushed the darkness away, just a little bit. What a solace music can be. I was remembering a quote -- I only remember the first part: "Music, friend that it is..." That was enough, though.

I'll have a cheerier outlook tomorrow.