I’ve learned to accept that some days are shitty. Today, for example. Not a total disaster, but overall not one to put into the archives as a keeper. I gave a presentation at work this morning and I pretty much knew before I uttered the first word that most of the people didn’t care. It’s ok, though. You hope they care, but nobody bats 1.000 giving presentations. Just the way it is. People are just gonna stare and poke at their phones sometimes. Some people were most certainly tuned in, others just weren’t. So it goes. The highlight of the day? I walked into a store playing a Broken Bells song! Now that’s a pick me up, man! Really cool new band, cool new album.
So Wednesdays’s are hockey nights for me. Always good to go get a workout, take my mind off everything for a bit, play hockey, have a beer and a few laughs. The only problem was that the ice was like a pool. Seriously. After the game, I actually was able to wring my socks out – not my hockey socks, my SOCKS that I was wearing under my skates. Shit! Hopefully those skates dry out quickly. Those are the kind of games you just want to pack up your stuff early and pop a beer. Skating in that is like skating in wet cement. After the game my legs literally hurt. Rinks should be fined for that crap.
But you know what? That’s the way it is. I got to wake up with my kids and put them to bed. I got to see the look of joy on their faces when I picked ’em up at school. And I laughed as we sang “Daddy Sang Bass” at the top of our lungs on the car ride home. There’s your trump card. Nothing better. Makes a shitty day totally acceptable.