What Kind of Day Are You Having?

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Good morning, dear reader!  How’s your weekend going?

Firstly, I’m very sorry that I didn’t get time to write a blog post yesterday.  I have failed you, and I am accordingly ashamed.  I can only plead as an excuse that I have had absolutely no free time recently, and I am in a constant state of being almost asleep.

This morning, however, I am awake and alert (and a bit high on coffee), and I am determined to make my absence up to you by writing an extra joyful blog post.  Here we go.

Today I would like to discuss what determines a day as good or bad, and what kind of things we let affect the balance.  If we miss our train, receive some bad news or have an argument with someone we tend to dismiss the day as a write-off.  If we receive good news, go on a lovely date or something funny happens at work, we decide that we are having a good day.

Deciding how good, bad or boring a day is based on small incidents is very central to human nature, but it’s alarming how quickly we make the choice.  If something slightly annoying happens to us as soon as we leave the house, we sometimes decide in advance that this is going to be one of “those” days.  I would like to use yesterday as an example of why we are wrong to do so.

Yesterday I woke up late, was feeling a bit ill, and had a hectic day at work involving tricky customers, calling an ambulance for someone who was unwell, technology failing and other small stresses that inevitably accompany front of house theatre work.  I am very lucky to be working with a brilliant bunch of people on this show, but the fact is that we are all dying ever so slightly at the moment.

We had all, by about half past eleven in the morning, decided that we were communally having a bad day.  Luckily, at about half past three in the afternoon something happened that turned the day around entirely.  Something small, but very significant.

The show I’m currently working on is aimed at very small children, and at various points during the day there are a lot of families milling about in the venue.  At around half past three I saw a very small boy wriggling around in his pram, clearly pretty tired, hot and irritable.  At that moment, another family arrived next to the little boy’s, including a similarly young girl who was also in a pushchair, and also looking fairly stressed.

The families were strangers who just happened to be next to one another in a queue, but at that moment the little boy and the little girl made eye contact, and they both broke into enraptured smiles.  They stopped fussing and fretting, and just gazed at each other in silent awe.  The girl’s family moved away after a moment, but the magical moment didn’t end there: the children kept staring at each other in wonder until the girl’s family was out of the room.

I’m pretty sure that today I saw love at first sight happen between two toddlers, and even though it was a tiny incident, it unquestionably made my day.  I am telling you about it, you lovely thing, for two reasons: firstly, I hope that it makes you smile and warms the cockles of your heart.  Secondly, it reiterates the point that I’m trying to make: we should not allow the amalgamation of small inconveniences to blind us to the joy that happens all around us.  If we are going to let small bad things ruin our day, we must also be willing to let small brilliant things make them better.

In the spirit of which, I wish you the best Sunday since records began.

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