One of the things about writing what you feel and sharing it is that people respond. So when I shared that yesterday had crashed and burned and that the day just sucked, my phone started ringing, people stopped by, or wrote me messages.
They asked if I was alright. Some agreed that the day sucked for them too.
Then last night I ended up being with friends throughout the evening. I returned to Huck-A-Poos where it remains just as crazy crowded but I stayed for a bit. Then I met another friend on Shirley's sad little holy dock and we stayed late into the night.
Somewhere in there I tried to take a barometer reading of serendipity.
Today began with good laughter at the Breakfast Club and then I made the drive to meet with financial advisors who are helping me draft the next chapter of my life. I have found a quiet corner of a Starbucks to get some work done before meeting my Irish Catholic friends for lunch.
I haven't been with them in a couple of months and they have let me know it. So they will rib me and we will laugh.
The thing about bad days is once you get it out that you are having one and your friends respond, it immediately starts getting better. When we keep it to ourselves or don't respond when our friends reach out to us, then they just get worse. We either embrace the saddness of a day or we call it what it is and start doing things to change it. The longer my day went yesterday, the more that it changed and it ended up lovely.
What a difference a day makes, huh?
I am taking steps towards a future that is very different from my past. Later today is a planning meeting with a west coast mover and shaker and we will see if we can help one another.
Yesderday's saddness has become today's promise.
It's getting better all of the time, as the Beatles sand, because it couldn't get much worse.
I am finishing up the last pages of the Chapter of my past and am so looking forward to turning the page and writing my future. The constant will be the friends in my life go with me.
