Not every day is meant to be a great one, but without the bad days, the good once wouldn’t be as memorable.
This morning I left the house at the usual 5:20 am to make it to the gym close to my office. Upon arrival, I realized I didn’t have my phone. Of course my brain decided to then remind me I had tossed my phone on top of a pile of recycling, which I had then dumped in the recycling bin at the curb before getting in my car this morning.
So I drove back to the house, changed into my work clothes, rescued my phone and drove back to work in time to find a decent parking spot and be sitting at my desk at 6:50 am. Yup, only slightly frustrated before heading out on my appointments for the day.
My first appointment was in the Financial District, followed by a few more. After heading on the train back up to the Bronx, I get an email that I need to revisit one of the sites in the Financial District. Hey, at least the weather is nice!
I even managed to treat myself to an everything bagel with scallion cream cheese.
Decided that I was in control of my day, I would enjoy my book and a quick lunch break. Then the trains were delayed, a ginger kombucha spilled in my bag, and the 4 trained turned from local to express without warning. Shit happens, and sometimes I think its just karma’s way of reminding you that you can’t control everything. But that’s okay.