Grateful for the Bad Days

I am grateful for the bad days, the days when I do and feel bad and the days when I fail, missing the mark. There are days when I fail to be my best self and capitulate to a lesser one. Sometimes, the bad days feel as if the world fights against me, me included. While I hate the taste of disappointment and failure, the bad days offer opportunities to be grateful for. Without the bad days, how would I learn to live in a perhaps indifferent world and certainly in my imperfect form? The bad days have taught me the art of acquiescence; that I can’t control the world, only myself. Without the bad days, how could I remember the bitter taste of mistake? If I’m not having any bad days, it’s likely because I’m taking the easy way out or am living in a bubble of delusion. The bad days remind me that I’m making progress and challenging myself; that failure is testament I’m out of my comfort zone. Without the bad days, who would show me that I’m not yet ready; that I’m still not fully baked; that I must go back to the grindstone, put my head to it, and put out day-in and day-out; that I can still improve so much.

I am grateful for the bad days.