One of those days...

Have you ever just had "one of those days?" Nothing really goes terribly wrong but you feel you could burst into tears at any moment and you really just want your mom? Well, those are generally few and far between for me, but yesterday one snuck up and took me by surprise.

It all began in the morning when I spent about an hour getting my finances in order. "Finances" is a relative term as I have one part-time, barely above minimum-wage paying job and one internship that doesn't pay me anything. That being said, organizing my "finances" was just upsetting as it solidified my biggest fear: I have no money.

After that, everything else just started running through my head like an endless scroll of bad news: I don't have job...I don't have a place to live... My gym shoes are falling apart and I can't afford new ones...I have a potential interview next week and don't have money to buy a good interview outfit...My birthday is in a couple weeks and I don't have any plans...et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

I know many of these issues are minute and my life could definitely be a lot worse, but I'm irrational in my bad day funk and understand no reason. I tried to work on an article for the magazine to take my mind off of things and that kept me occupied for about a half hour until I got it into my head that I'd never be able to have a paying job doing this that I love. I went to the library as surrounding myself with books usually calms me down, but started feeling overwhelmed when I couldn't remember any of the titles on my "To Read" list. Eventually, I just went home, laid on my couch and had myself a good cry. Usually that's the end of it and my day improves, but then I locked my keys in my car along with my cell phone, computer, house key, and dinner which was really just icing on the cake.

As I was locked out of my house and car, I met up with a few friends and watched some music in the park and drank a few glasses of wine. The mixture of good music, great company and alcohol managed to cheer me up and I was able to make fun of myself for my mindless stupidity and I came to a realization. My life may not be where I want it to be right now, but one thing that is perfect is the group of people that keep me grounded (and sane).  And they love me, bad day-having, irrational, unemployed me, and, because of that, everything will be ok....Eventually.

So, here's to you, family and friends. For turning "those days" into better days. And for listening to my relentless whining on being unemployed and poor.