Yesterday was one of those days where nothing was actually wrong, but everything was just slightly off. Traffic was bad trying to get to my bus stop, and then it was bad on the bus trying to get to the office. I was extra sleepy for no particular reason. There were plenty of little things that in the moment didn’t really bother me, but at the end of the day I felt defeated.
In short, it was one of those days where my expectation was simply a good cup of coffee, but even that fell through. It was a less than stellar day.
It’s on days like these (and those that are actually heinous) I turn to literature and poetry for comfort and wisdom. Specifically, William Ernest Henley. From his poem “Invictus“:
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Regardless of what the universe throws at me, I am, in fact, invincible.
And so are you.