Going With The Wind

Today has not been a good day, professionally or personally. It wasn’t one big thing but a series of little things. I try not to let things get to me but every once in a while things do. Yes, I’m a coach but I’m also human.

On days like today, the best part of my day is walking through my front door. I’m home. I can breathe again. The healing properties of home and Marty (the world’s best toy poodle) make me feel a little better almost immediately. The unrealistic demands, the disappointments, the technical difficulties and the traffic seem to almost melt away.

So what’s a disgruntled life coach to do? Well, I’ll do some writing, make some calls and then retreat into a soothing warm bath. After that, I’ll write in my journal. I might call a friend. I’ll probably watch some television.

I’ve learned from past experience that it’s not a good idea to soothe my soul with food or by buying myself a nice outfit (or two or five…). I know now that those things might feel good for the moment but only make a bad situation worse in the long run.

So, after my bath, my journal, and a new episode of Grey’s Anatomy, I’ll crawl into bed and as I go off to sleep, the words of the quintessential Southern Belle, Scarlett O’Hara will lull me to sleep, “Tomorrow is another day.” And most likely, it will be a better one.