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Have you ever had one of those days when everything goes bad? I had. Weeks ago. I was late for work, the car stalled,I couldn’t get a cab and it was raining in torrents. It was one of those days when the universe seemed to be conspiring against me since all I wanted to do was stay home except that I have to finish an important deadline.
So, naturally, I entered my workplace with this very big grimace, until this frail woman, a co-worker, came in, with hair damp from the rain, a slow gait, greyish cast on the face, but with a big smile. I was mortified. I felt ashamed. How I started my day must be trivial to her! She has been suffering from Lupus for over three years now. She undergoes peritoneal dialysis three times a day.
And on that day, when I told her she should have just stayed home, she said, “I am grateful for this day.”
When my first daughter was born, she’d cry at night and I’d think, I’m never going to sleep again. When the second one was born, I remembered how quickly the first one grew up. So with my second, I decided to just take it in. In a few months she wasn’t going to need to me to sit and rock her, so these were moments to notice – nursing her and hanging out, just the two of us. My co-worker suffering from lupus reminded me to be grateful for those moments.
Red-letter days aren’t necessarily days when you hit the ball out of the ballpark. When I went home that night, it was still raining, I was having a spill-over of my bad mood.
Sometimes I have to be hit over the head to remember what matters, and my co-worker is one of those remarkable people who have the capacity to change your perspective. The difference between a good day and a bad day isn’t about what changes in your day. It’s about what changes in you.