The Days Are Long

The days are long…

Except they’re not really, and yesterday didn’t feel like that—until it did.

Maybe it was just because it was Monday. Maybe it was the frustrating battle with my new-to-me printer I had in the morning, or the mildew I found in the towel hamper. Maybe it was the three or four surprise orientations I had to do at work in the afternoon—orientations aren’t hard, but they can be a little stressful because there are several little steps for getting new members set up to use the facility, and I already kind of felt like my brain was all over the place.

Speaking of my job, I have news that I have not shared with you, my readers—I graduated from UH on Thursday (go me!) and I now hold a full-time job at a local fitness center. If you’re curious—no, they’re not related, as you may remember I was pursuing a degree in Creative Writing. But I like my job—the flexibility, the facility, the people I work with, and the people I meet there.

So yesterday I ended up doing about six orientations in total. Honestly, I don’t mind them. But I’m glad that today is Tuesday, and that we don’t do them on Tuesdays. (I think I’m also glad that today is not Monday, and my dad is supposed to come visit me at work this evening while he’s in town; that will be cool.) After the fact, things were okay, until I spilled a cup of coffee everywhere. All over the desk, all over my lap, and all over the floor. I suppose it’s a small miracle that none ended up on the computer! It took three of the small towels to mop up the mess, and by the time I made it home around 9:00 p.m., one of my pant legs and the bottom of my shirt were still damp.

I know my day didn’t really go to shit, and things could’ve been much worse—they could always be worse. But after that, I was like, “Okay. I’m done.”

🖤

…but the years are short.

Like I said—I know my day didn’t really go to shit. And things could always be much, much worse. So I shouldn’t complain, even though I do.

At the same time, I always feel like I’m looking on the brighter side, at least when other people are involved. If you’ve read Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews, you’re familiar with narrator Cathy’s gift, as she calls it, to see both sides:

“ … And that was the golden side of my suicide coin.

But I had to turn it over, and see the tarnish. … And I was saved from death by my own ability to see both sides of the coin.”

And I feel like I identify so much with that ability, as I always seem to be saying “at least” this or “it depends…” that. I actually caught myself saying that on Sunday, and wondering if people find it annoying whenever I point something out this way.

So at the risk of being annoying now, let me examine my yesterday this way…

At least the printer will print when connected to my computer via USB. At least I was able to clean the hamper and liner, and I think they’ll be okay to try again now.

At least the new coffee pot at home makes a better cup of coffee than the Keurig, and there’s something comforting about having a pot to pick up and pour from again.

At least the coffee machine at work was fixed—though I didn’t know until I got there that it had even been out of order earlier in the day—and none of the coffee I spilled ended up on something that couldn’t be cleaned up. At least it wasn’t hot enough to burn when it spilled on my clothes.

At least I seem to have gotten down the blood pressure part of an orientation, and didn’t opt to call for Anna during my last one when she would’ve been available to help me.

At least I have this job at all, and at least I like it.

At least I have this ability to see both sides of the coin. 😉

The years are short, and they fly by. I remember first feeling acutely aware of the passage of time one day in the seventh grade, when suddenly I was several months into the school year and I wasn’t quite sure where the time had gone. And I always feel now like this awareness can be a blessing and a curse—and there I go again, looking at both sides.

At least I have this time at all. This life.

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