Yesterday was a long day, a very long day.

I knew it as soon as I woke up. It’s a feeling I don’t have very often, but it’s very distinct. It’s a feeling that I’d rather go back to bed and stay there for the day.

I started my day in a rotten mood. I’m not sure why, and it really doesn’t matter.

With a scowl on my face and angst in my heart, I got up and started about my day, despite my burning desire to sleep the day away.

What’s ironic about these infrequent days is that I don’t give in to them. Despite my mood, despite my desire to hide from it and ignore it, I lean into it and I try to apply that anger and frustration in a positive way.

In the morning I had to write an offer for a house. The paperwork is tedious and due to a lack of focus, I made a few mistakes that I had to go back and correct. It took longer than it should, and it was frustrating as hell, but I got through it.

After that I went to the gym for leg day, my least favorite workout of the week. I was dreading it. If it weren’t for my partner, I wouldn’t have gone at all, but I couldn’t let him down. I let all kinds of negative thoughts run through my head on the drive, I’m too sore, I’m too tired, I’m too old for this crap!

But I went and long story short, had a great workout. I punished the weights! I took out all my frustration on the iron. Physically it was a great workout, and emotionally it was a fantastic workout!

Later in the day I had errands to run, and I even managed to clean the house.

All things considered, yesterday was a very productive day.

And I hated every minute of it.

I accomplished a lot, even though I didn’t feel like doing anything, but one by one I knocked things down.

Inside I was angry, frustrated, upset, and a lot of other unsavory things, but that didn’t stop me.

I decided long ago that on days like yesterday I would not give in. I would not just crawl back into bed, or spend the day sitting on the couch sucking my thumb.

We all have bad days. We all have times when we want to scream “ENOUGH”!!

But ultimately I know I have a choice. Sit on the couch all day, or channel that energy and get things done.

Being able to choose is such an important lesson here. I am not a victim, I am not helpless. I could have stayed home and not worked out, but I chose to go. I could have laid on the couch and watched football all afternoon, but I got the things done that I needed to.

I didn’t like it. It wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t fun.

But I did it.