I Had a Wild Weekend

I was at the gym this morning (yes, I tell a lot of gym stories… its one of the most consistent things in my life) talking with a couple of the guys in the locker room (about manly things, I assure you) and one of them mentioned that he was having a rough morning… “the price you pay for having such a wild weekend”, I believe he said.

I didn’t really pay attention to it at the time, just went on about the business of getting myself ready to go to work (you know… clothes, hair, bad attitude).

Then when I got to work, I was playing the “how was your weekend” game with the coworkers and one of them stated that the weekend started out really well for them, but that yesterday wasn’t really all that good. remember your first everything “You gotta take the good with the bad”, I’d heard earlier in the week (so I used that line and called it my own), so I sympathized with having an off day once in a while. And then somebody else stated something about how you pay for the good days with bad days.

Whoa. Wait. Stop. What? Come again?
Not what I was saying.

So that got me thinking ((already? so early in the post?)) about the ways that people think about how their life works, and what price they think they are paying for their fun, and about whether or not you can have too much of a good thing. We’ll see if I can stay focused enough to cover all that here (oh look! shiny!)

So I was okay with Mr PartyAnimal (not his real name… I think) in the gym who stated that there was a price to be paid for having a good time. But that is a self imposed price. Stay out too late, get grounded (only if you get caught!). Drive too fast, get pulled over (not that it ever happens to me). These are things that we do to ourselves; self-imposed penalties, if you will.

But I really had a hard time hearing that there have to be bad days to balance out the good days. Now calm down, all you zen practitioners, I do think there is balance. And I used to think that you needed to have a bad day to know what a good day was, but I now think thats kinda like saying you need to be on fire to know what not being on fire is.

What I’m saying is there is no set number of good days we are allowed; no one is keeping score. The universe has plenty of good to go around; enough for everyone to have nothing but good, should we so choose. But some people choose that self-imposed penalty. I say if we want good days, we need only to have them. You know, set that intention, focus, and expect it to happen.

It just so happens that I had a most excellent weekend, week, month quarter and so far year, so I think I know of what I am speaking.

Will there be bad days? Tough times? Sure. Once in a while. But that’s because we’re human, not because we’ve red-lined the good-day-ometer or because we’ve used up our share. Have that bad day; roll through and move on.

So, I suppose the point (yes, there’s a point. it’s a theme with these posts) is that I will no longer worry about whether or not I’m getting my fair share; I’m getting what I ask for. I will no longer worry about paying the price for having an outstanding day or worrying that they will be too few; I will get at least what I need, and outstanding days will come often. The price I pay for having good days? Gratitude.

So let’s you and I, dear reader(s) concentrate on firsts, on trying new things and and making lasting memories, on getting off our seats and being a little uncomfortable sometimes, on driving fast (now, don’t speed) and singing loud, on climbing walls and trees and removing the silly rules we impose on ourselves. Together we’ll let somebody else worry about having bad days and keeping score; our days will be good and we will have lots of them!!
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1 Comment

  • Beck-o-rama May 11, 2010 at 12:05 am

    I’ve realized recently that I’ve had some crazy unconscious thinking going on that I’m now very consciously overwriting.
    It seems that I don’t trust when things are good. Don’t even think about being comfortable with that happy feeling because just when you get used to it, stuff’s gonna fall on you from out of nowhere. You can’t trust happy.
    How crazy is that? Where did that come from?
    I never thought about having a bad day to pay for a good day. That’s even crazier.
    Be grateful for your hangover – it means you were out there having a good time. There’s millions of underprivileged people in third world countries who would LOVE to have your hangover…

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