"Tomorrow is fresh, with no mistakes in it."

The last two mornings I’ve woken up from too little sleep with anticipation, looking forward to the day with an optimistic attitude toward being productive. I was eager to make my contribution. The productivity aspect hasn’t gone quite the way I would have liked, but it honestly never does and I’m okay with that. I’ve learned to go with the flow. In fact, that was exactly what I intended to do today:

What I didn’t expect of this day was to feel like I couldn’t do or say anything right. That every action was under a microscope and was found wanting. That every word out of my mouth is the wrong word, the wrong time, the wrong person saying it.

My blank slate.

My confidence after these two days is low. My sensitivity is high. My typical joking banter is forced and I can’t quite erase the doubt that some of the jokes on me aren’t really jokes. I nearly cried today. In public. And that is not like me at all.

My optimism is a bit tarnished and thin at the moment, but I know it’s only temporary. Despite my dip in confidence and the fleeting loss of my usual sense of humor, I do hope for good things to come tomorrow

And I’ll keep reminding myself that every tomorrow is a new day for me to try again. 

“Tomorrow is fresh, with no mistakes in it.” 
— L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables)

What do you do to pick up your spirits when you have a day where nothing seems to go the way it should?