I found this post lurking in my unpublished folder just now. I am not sure why I didn't publish it. I can only assume that I was waiting until that "small" day had passed and it was far enough away that I wouldn't remember at all what day it was. I guess today is that day. So here you go...
Today I felt small.
I hate days like this because they start with the feeling of hands covering my head pushing me down into a dark corner with wild laughing eyes staring at me from above and all around. Telling me I'm wrong. Holding their arms and hands up and walking away as if I'm a dog they want to stay put. Only glancing back while they move on to other things. Leaving me there in a heap to question myself forever.
But then the day shifts and I stand up without a care for those who put me in my slump. Because they didn't really put me there. I did that myself. And I realize that I'm still in control no matter what. My ideas are good. My thoughts are strong. And it's OK to be happy.
I learn a lot about myself on days like today.