It’s been one of Those Days. Most of us have “Those Days,” I suppose. And Those Days are probably different for everyone. But for all of us, they’re those days when someone asks you how you’re doing and you can’t think of anything to say but, “It’s been one of Those Days!”
For some people, Those Days are the days when the button comes off your shirt, the car won’t start, the traffic is terrible (Traffic is always the other people in the other cars), and your boss wants the report that wasn’t supposed to be due until Thursday by noon on Monday.
It’s one of Those Days when the alarm doesn’t go off (or you hit the snooze button one time too many), the kids are grumpy and can’t find two socks that match, the toast gets burned, the orange juice spills, the car keys get lost, and you’re all fifteen minutes late getting out the door.
For me, One of Those Days is a Monday like this one, following a weekend when I’ve spoken four times at church – once Saturday night and three times Sunday morning.
It’s a day when I think too much and accomplish too little. It’s a day I spend mostly thinking about what I shouldn’t have said, what I should have said instead, and how I could have communicated so much more effectively if I was someone else! And it’s a day when I repeatedly ask myself what ever made me think I should stand up on a stage and try to say something significant to a room full of people.
Buddy the Dog doesn’t like Those Days much either. He keeps coming over and pushing me with his nose and saying, “Let’s go for a ride in the car! Let’s go for a walk! Let’s go chase cats! Come on, boss, let’s do something!”
Well, you know what they say, “Tomorrow’s another day!” And by God’s grace it won’t be one of “Those Days!”