Today was supposed to be an adventure. I left home very ambitiously with the to-do list I had compiled all week at work. Everything would be taken care of today and my Sunday would be spent in the bed with a book and a movie. I was going to be the mature work lady. I wore white even when I knew it will rain because I wanted to and that seemed important. I went to my psychiatrist and then in an emotional-pulp state of mind got my broken footwear fixed. At the tailor’s, I exchanged a smile with a stranger who was only a tiny bit less sick of being there than me. While crossing Vaishali, I thanked myself for not liking Sambar. I lost my way 5 times and managed to not lose my mind. I didn’t really finish the tasks on the list but I decided to romanticized and write a ‘this builds character’ or ‘aim for small wins’ kind of post. THEN I LOST MY BIKE KEYS. What a bummer that was Argh.
But I’ll tell you something; that thing that adults often say, that goes something like ‘growing up is about accepting what comes your way and whining a little less’ must be true. Once fed and tucked in bed, I realized that life is going to be bleh but I’ll be fine as long as I don’t forget to wear my comfortable shoes.