It’s completely normal to have ‘good days’ and ‘bad days’, I get that. I’ve learnt to embrace it (mostly). It’s a part of the process, hell it’s a part of life. But, over the last few days I’ve been surprised by how far I’ve found myself teetering over the edge, and how uncomfortable it makes me feel. It’s not an unfamiliar place or feeling, but I think what has surprised me the most is its return.
We’ve been on lockdown for over two months now; this is the new normal. In that sense, nothing over the last week has changed. So I think it’s that fact that has left me feeling, well, worst. Motivation has been a real struggle for a few weeks now – unsurprisingly – however, I’ve still managed to remain upbeat and positive. I’ve actively been trying to maintain a positive mental attitude (or PMA as I like to call it – not to be confused with PMS which brings out the worst in me). I’ve always believed in the law of attraction – tuning into my most hippy-like self, emanating good vibes will in return furnish me with good vibes. But it’s hard to always remain in that frame of mind. And that’s probably where I need to practice what I preach and realise it’s okay to have an ‘off’ day, but not dwell there because tomorrow is a new day – with it comes a fresh perspective to start anew.
The sky isn’t always filled with grey clouds after all….