One of those days

I had a day today. It all started innocently enough, I woke up, drove to work, worked, drove home, none for the worse. I went to praise team rehersal where it was noted that I looked depressed.

I didn’t feel depressed, I felt normal, but apparently I looked sad. I didn’t think much of it, and then I had a moment.

It was the kind of moment that inspires great writers to put their words on paper, or great musicians to write the melody that defines them, artists to create their masterpiece.

It was the kind of thing that has the strange ability to make one rethink their entire life in a matter of seconds.

I was at the gas station, fueling up my car, and a woman walked by. Then she popped her head around the pump, and said, “Come on, smile! It ain’t that bad!”

I guess I must have had some kind of scornful look on my face. It turned to a smile, then a laugh, then a moment of deep reflection. It all happened so quickly, I was suddenly wondering what it was that was making me appear so unhappy. Was I really that down? I didn’t feel down, maybe I’m not where I thought I would be at this point in my life, and I can say with conviction that I have greatly underachieved in my life, in my eyes anyways, but I am by no means depressed.

I then decided that from now on, if I feel like maybe I could be presenting myself in a way that would be negative, I will stop, and listen to the wisdom of that nice young woman at the gas pump. Smile!