Okay, world. I give up.

As I whiz down the hill on my bike this morning, I decide it's going to be a wonderful day. There certainly doesn't seem to be any reason why it shouldn't be. The weather's lovely, I'm on time to work, there's lots to be done and no reason I can't do it.

And as I get on with my day, despite not feeling as focused as I'd like, things are mostly good. I get lots of things done, have lots of nice chats with folk who wander through the gallery. I post funny Facebook status updates, and read some interesting articles. I come home and watch Mad Men with Brian. I'm cheerful and helpful and productive, just like I am on wonderful days.

But the little things start to add up. Having to pay $2 to an ATM because the credit card machine at the place I ordered lunch is broken. My normal work-day-banter friend being preoccupied with other things. One of my infrequent periods showing up. The register not adding up at the end of the day. My nearly-brand-new sewing machine deciding, for reasons unknown, not to shuttle the needle thread around the bobbin case properly, and being at a loss for how to fix it. My throat getting scratchy like I might be coming down with something. Sour notes in what should be a perfectly pleasant symphony.

It's not like any of these are big problems. Most either I've taken care of, or they'll take care of themselves in time. But something about the expectation of pleasantness from the day seems to be magnifying them, making the discord all the more noticeable. And it's especially frustrating because I know how much of a perception of a "good" or "bad" day comes from my attitude, so I feel like I should be able to just will myself into having a better day. But whenever I try to do that, some other frustration pops up.

So I give up. Today's not going to be a wonderful day. It'll be kind of okay with some nice points a lot of frustrating aspects, but eventually I'll plough through and things will ultimately be fine.

I have a feeling I'd have saved myself a lot of annoyance if I'd decided on this somewhat earlier in the day.

Okay, world. I give up.

As I whiz down the hill on my bike this morning, I decide it's going to be a wonderful day. There certainly doesn't seem to be any reason why it shouldn't be. The weather's lovely, I'm on time to work, there's lots to be done and no reason I can't do it.

And as I get on with my day, despite not feeling as focused as I'd like, things are mostly good. I get lots of things done, have lots of nice chats with folk who wander through the gallery. I post funny Facebook status updates, and read some interesting articles. I come home and watch Mad Men with Brian. I'm cheerful and helpful and productive, just like I am on wonderful days.

But the little things start to add up. Having to pay $2 to an ATM because the credit card machine at the place I ordered lunch is broken. My normal work-day-banter friend being preoccupied with other things. One of my infrequent periods showing up. The register not adding up at the end of the day. My nearly-brand-new sewing machine deciding, for reasons unknown, not to shuttle the needle thread around the bobbin case properly, and being at a loss for how to fix it. My throat getting scratchy like I might be coming down with something. Sour notes in what should be a perfectly pleasant symphony.

It's not like any of these are big problems. Most either I've taken care of, or they'll take care of themselves in time. But something about the expectation of pleasantness from the day seems to be magnifying them, making the discord all the more noticeable. And it's especially frustrating because I know how much of a perception of a "good" or "bad" day comes from my attitude, so I feel like I should be able to just will myself into having a better day. But whenever I try to do that, some other frustration pops up.

So I give up. Today's not going to be a wonderful day. It'll be kind of okay with some nice points a lot of frustrating aspects, but eventually I'll plough through and things will ultimately be fine.

I have a feeling I'd have saved myself a lot of annoyance if I'd decided on this somewhat earlier in the day.