what a difference a day makes…

Just in case that’s not enough to implant an earworm have a listen to this….

The lyrics are also very appropriate for what I want to write about:

What a difference a day makes
24 little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain

My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I’m a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine

What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It’s heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you

Out for a walk in one of the local forests this evening I was ruminating on how fickle mental health really is and how little it takes to swing it up or down.

I had a busy schedule yesterday that started at 9:30am with a trip to the nurse to have bloods taken followed by the dentist at 10:30am. I was in reasonably good form getting up and heading out, the weather was sunny, dry and verging on warm. However, I descended into a pretty crappy funk. I could almost physically feel a gloom settling over me. I was sitting in the dentist’s waiting room and it was as if the nurse had punctured my well of good humour and it started draining out just under an hour later. For many simply being in the vicinity of a dentist would be enough to kill any good mood but this was a very short, routine appointment to have a mouthguard fitted and wasn’t to blame. In fact there really was nothing to blame, it just happened like someone throwing a dust sheet over my mind and saying that’s it for feeling happy for a while….

I got through the dental appointment and the rest of the day’s schedule but everything was that extra bit more difficult. I’m sure anyone that dealt with me yesterday probably thought I was a real miserable arse but I was working hard to be my best. Despite the perfect weather though I couldn’t summon enough motivation to go for a walk or a cycle. This is a real shame as there will be plenty of times when the motivation is there and the opportunity isn’t or the weather isn’t as perfect.

I went to bed feeling slightly better and was back in work today. I had a busy and productive day and didn’t really have time to dwell on much but I was making sure I was distracted enough too. Getting home this evening I delighted the dog by heading straight out to the forest for a 5K walk finishing just as darkness fell. Just like yesterday descending gloom I could feel it lifting through the day to finish feeling much better and much clearer in my head.

It’s not the first time I’ve felt “The Black Dog” sniffing around like this but it’s definitely the first time I’ve felt it come on like that. I’m thankful it was short-lived and I’m grateful I don’t have to fight through very many days like that. Many, many people have to face that fight day after endless day…

3 thoughts on “what a difference a day makes…

  1. threewheelsonmywaggon

    This is where best mates come into their own, I find music moves me along quickly when I am feeling down or the legs are starting to fade on those long cycling trips, Try Bill Withers’ Lean on me, You will soon find yourself singing along and feeling better.

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  2. A Dude Abikes

    A refreshing and unexpected post. I wonder if you have some childhood dentist office PTSD you don’t recall consciously. Whatever it was, bummer, dude. Thanks for sharing about it honestly and simply yet eloquently.

    Finding motivation when you “simply don’t have it” is tough. Lately I’ve been letting go of my strict 100-mile per week cycling goal because, well, I can’t even. Just tired. James Clear says focus on the process not the goal. I maintain my silly or even stupid streak, but why? Not sure.

    Certainly there is stigma against sharing feelings. With so many bullies in the world (men, mostly), it’s still notnsafe in many ways. But maybe it’s lessening. Mind and body are inextricably, for the most part.

    Wish I could read all the posts of everyone I follow all the time. Always glad when I do. Breaks are OK. Take care of you. Live to ride or walk another day, as you did and will continue, I’m sure. Like, totally, dude.

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