Last week I overheard this story:
"There was a man I used to work with who would arrive at work bounding merrily up the stairs. I would say to him 'You're happy today?'and his reply would be a fervent 'Yes, I am and why not? I am blessed with work."
'What a wonderful story!' thought me to myself. 'You don't hear many people expressing that sentiment do you? That's great. I'm totally taking that attitude from now on,' the earnest and optimistic me declared to my own self last week.
Last week was obviously a very long time ago, as today was somehow, well, different. Today I spent much of the day at work involuntarily making a huffing noise like a deflating balloon.
At recess I caught sight of a Mark Twain quote on Facebook. (Well, it could've been worse. It could have been another effin' tea towel telling me how to live my life.) I dug it so largely that I printed it out and stuck it to my notice board. The quote was this:
'Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowline. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.'
The quote refreshed like a crisp glass of inspiration, for a minute or two. But then I choked on it. It stuck in my craw before sinking to the pit of my guts, bringing forth a long slow deflation.
Blessed with work? Pah!
Today I wasn't feeling it.
Today I huffed, bitterly batting at the dream of setting sail, while I finished the photocopying.