March 8th is a date that, for me, carries the weight of decades far in the past. On this day in 1983 my father died. I was eleven years old. I used to dread the arrival of this day, but now that I've lived longer than my father did, the date has taken on a different sort of significance. I suppose it's become a symbol of who I am rather than who my father was.
None of that has much to do with why this particular March 8th is a bad one though. My bad day today is really just the lingering of a bad weekend that was completely of my own making. I'll shake it off tomorrow because tomorrow is a new day. Today, however, isn't a new day. Today is March 8th, so I'll allow myself to feel crappy for just a little longer. Just for today. I'm not exactly sure what I'll do to cheer myself up tomorrow, but it doesn't take much. I'll treat myself to something nice. It could be something really simple. Maybe a late afternoon walk to Washington Park, or maybe I'll just pour myself a glass of wine tomorrow night and read something I've been meaning to get around to for a while now. I know I'd enjoy that.
Meanwhile, since today is Monday, here's a playlist that's perfect for a day when there isn't much to say.