Gotta tell you when I was growing up I had a great family and a great life. I went to college and spent 5 and 1/2 years graduating from a 4 year undergraduate school. I found and accepted Christ into my life and "grew up" so to speak. I went on and got a Master's Degree in Clinical Psychology and then went on and got a law degree at Northern Illinois University.
That brings me to today. I have a number of commercial deals that I've been working on for over 9 months. Today they've stalled somewhat. No different really than any other day. It's just that it was one of those days that I felt as if my feet were stuck in quicksand. Everyone else was moving forward, but not me. Everyone else's life was moving forward. Mine was stagnant. I, the epitome of hope and inspiration for me, my employees and others was distraught and despondent. I was buying "the lie" that since my current dreams hadn't materialized as I HAD PLANNED, that feelings of hopelessness set in. The reality is that I have 15 large commercial deals so close to funding...should fund any minute or any day now, but since it hadn't happened as I expected, I was having a heavy heart.
Hours later I get notice that a gunman opens fire at my Alma Mater at Northern Illinois University prior to killing himself. My wife and family go out there every week and I know a lot of people out there. As far as I'm aware, many of my friends are all safe....but still....horrible and icing on the proverbial "bad day cake."
Later I took my 9 year old to basketball practice and opened the bible. I don't carry a bible with me all the time...it was just one of those moments that a guy needs a rock to hold onto. This is not a preachy post, but I opened up to Mark 23:9. Basically someone says to Jesus "help the little faith that I have" and Jesus does just what the man had asked....
That got me thinking that I was being a "ussy"....er...wussy. So I'm just having a bad day. REally my partners have all said that this is only about the 3rd bad day in the last nine months....that's one frickin time every three months. Sooooooo stupid. I work hard and think that I just haven't been taking care of myself with rest and self-attention. Needless to say, after reading about the faith that the man exercised, and the hard work and relentless work ethic that I exhibit, I just need to chalk it up as a bad day. That's it....nothing more.
This may sound as just griping or poor me post, but really I want to use it as an encouragement for those who are having their bad day, bad week, or even a bad year. Mike Ditka always when it came to negative things in his life "THIS TOO SHALL PASS."
For me recognizing that I was in a funk for just having a bad day is as liberating as getting out of the funk. So, now that I'm no longer throwing a frickin pity party, I want all of you who are having the same to have permission to have it, live it, and then bury it.