Holy %$@#!?

Where do I start this post? How about describing my emotions. My feelings can be encapsulated with Homer Simpson's famous line, "DOH!" You want to know why I feel this way? I was feeling high anxiety throughout the day that made me feel sick to my stomach. I could not steady my nerves nor my bowels. The bad feelings coupled with unlucky happenings. I never like to believe in superstitions. Friday the thirteenth came and went. But during the day little things just kept going wrong. When the one thing I had to do at Costco that usually only takes me 10 minutes actually became a total of 25 minutes. How about when I was running late getting back home and the last street light that I have to pass turns red AND the railroad cross bars come down. The kicker was when my most important tool fails me, on the field, while working a job. Am I just unlucky?
Wondering how my day went from bad to worse, the dialogue of Kung Fu Panda comes to mind. "The past is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the Present." I feel those words talking to me now. Yes I know now to prepare to not procrastinate and thus I would not have had to rush to complete my errands during the day. Having a contingency plan is in order to including packing for back up emergencies. Thinking about how to remedy the days 'unlucky' events is helpful, but I still feel shaken. And like the movie there is no special ingredient. It is the belief in oneself, in one's abilities that makes things happen and accomplishes the goal. The day was long and I am tired typing out my thoughts. A good nights rest should heal some of this emotion. But damn what a day. A day I will remember.