Some days

Some days are so strange. Some days you go to bed smiling at life’s surprises. Then you wake up to a mess. How does this happen overnight? It almost makes me smile at the craziness of the world. Some days you can walk on a cloud right up until you walk into the printer’s door and realized some how, SOMEHOW you sent the wrong revised file for your client’s business card and all 1500 cards printed just slightly wrong. A $521 mistake. Somedays you take a deep breath and make it right and begin remembering how wonderful your yesterday was because of lovely and inspiring people like Tammy, only to get a frantic phone call from a client that freaked over your price because when you told her printing costs she assumed that included your design fees- which included rush charges for coming up with three card designs in one night and working over a weekend and promising your printer your first born if he can somehow get it printed in two days. Some days you feel like everything is still going to be ok despite the fact that you can never manage to have your entire house clean and straight all at once because your bedroom is also your office and your dining room is also your studio and you have two kids, two birds and two 100 lb dogs. And some days it rains all day long and you have to be driving out in it all day long and it is icky and cold and your windshiled wiper is kind of wonky and smeary and your blower on your heater is broke and you really did mean to get it fixed last week when it was unseasonably warm but somehow you didn’t quite make it. But somedays even with all of that you get the feeling that you are still going to go to bed with a smile on your face and a security in your heart that you have only just begun to feel recently and it feels good because you didn’t get it from anyone else, just yourself and you realize that every day has it’s bad moments and that everyone you know and love is healthy and happy and you are still, despite it all, getting up everyday and doing the things you love to do. And you realize life is getting good again. And it’s about damn time.

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