I had a bad day today. It wasn’t a special kind of bad day. And it wasn’t the kind of bad day where anything bad happened. It was just a run of the mill bad day. But when you think about it, those kinds of bad days are pretty weird.
How can it even be a bad day when nothing bad happens? I had a dentist appointment; I worked; I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner; I watched a little TV; and I messed around a little on my iPad. What even made it a bad day? The best I can say is that everything felt off. That’s not saying much, though.
I find it frustrating not being able to articulate what was bad about my day. I am a professional writer (sorry, I just like saying that) after all. My whole thing is being able to articulate things. I’ll grant, I’m usually articulating insurance and financial services concepts, not emotions or states of being, but emotions and states of being should be easier than insurance. They’re way more interesting and pretty universal.
If nothing else, I ought to be able to borrow the words to describe a bad day. Everyone’s experienced it. I must’ve read or heard someone talk about it before. But, I’ve got nothing. I had an inexplicable bad day today. Everything felt a little off. I guess that’s all I can say.
