Yesterday

I had a bad day yesterday. Everything that I touched took longer, didn't work out how I wanted to and made me mad. I was on the verge of tears several times over the dumbest stuff. And you know I don't cry easily. Stupid things happened that on a normal day I would have brushed off. People hurt my feelings. I was stressing over weight loss (or lack there of), wedding plans, family and friend issues, good and bad, not working enough, doing too much, not enough time, too much time , dogs, a horse, 2 cats, test scores, colleges, being ungrateful, lost gold safety pins, paper cuts... Hey I didn't say my bad day had to make sense did I? It was just a bad day. Shut-up!