Bad days. We all have them, and they suck.
Well, now that the obvious has been stated, let’s take a moment to revisit that statement. We all have bad days. Remember? Yeah, I forget too. Sometimes, I’ll get totally and completely lost in my own little world of woe-is-me-bad-days-suck-hard and it helps to remember that everyone has them. Literally, everyone. That smoking hot yogi you follow on Instagram, who always seems to have a green smoothie or acai bowl in hand, looking perfectly toned and tanned in some exotic location? You know the one who makes you think, ‘Seriously, how is your life that perfect?’ Even she has bad days.
One of my favourite things to ponder is when I’m walking past beachside mansions on the Bondi to Coogee coastal walk, and I look up at the amazing glass-front houses overlooking the ocean and think, ‘How could you wake up to that every day and not be happy?’ I’m yet to meet someone who lives in one of those mansions, but I’m sure they’d tell me that everyone has their days. No one lives in an ivory tower. Unfortunately, that’s just the way our brains are chemically wired. Fortunately, if we never had bad days, how would we appreciate the good ones?
Last Monday, I woke up in a funk. You know the ones. I completely slept through my alarm, I was exhausted, and the last thing I wanted to do was face the day. I dragged myself out of bed, made myself a cup of tea and sat down at my laptop in my underwear. Before 9am, I was essentially fired from an awesome freelance job I was offered less than a week before. Well, my confidence was completely shattered. Of course, I took it really personally and felt like a complete failure. Cue existential crisis. ‘Maybe this isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing. Maybe I actually suck at writing and editing and I need to find a new career. Maybe everything sucks etc etc.’ It was rough.
For about ten years, I’ve suffered bouts of crippling depression, but thankfully I’ve got to a point in my life where I can spot the warning signs early and, hopefully, nip them in the bud. Usually, I know how to get out of it. I’m getting better at changing my mindset, taking some time to myself, going to yoga, writing a list of all the things I’m grateful for, etc.
But that day, I couldn’t push through. I couldn’t “shake it off”, as my mate* T-Swift would say. I tried going for a walk, but I had no energy. I thought about getting a massage or treating myself to lunch in a café, but my card declined at Coles. Oof. It was an amazing day, so I thought I’d go to the beach and do some reading in the sun. I ended up giving myself such a hard time, feeling guilty for having the freedom to go to the beach on a Monday, that I stayed at home. I sat at my computer and completed some small tasks but, all in all, I felt defeated. Later on, I ate Nutella in bed and cried. I’m not ashamed to admit it. (Ok, a little ashamed, but I’m all about honesty.)
In the hopes that all this will ring true for a few of you out there, I thought I’d share some of my classic pushing-through tips. Some of my tried-and-tested ways of getting out of a funk. I’m not going to tell you to join a meditation class or quit your day job or go to the gym and punch it out. This is a really simple, easy and realistic list of things you can do anytime, anywhere.
*Taylor Swift is not actually my mate.
Now go forth and be cool.
Amy Lovat x