Have you ever had a bad day that made you regret the decisions that put you in the situation that lead to that bad day?
I used to think a bad day was just that — a bad day. Maybe it was the universe telling me I needed to be knocked down a peg, my biweekly karma cleanse, or just the falling dominoes from running into one too many idiots that day. Whatever it was, I'd eventually get over it or it would work itself out. But ever since moving to Florida a month ago, every time I've had a bad day — three for those who are keeping track — I have ended up in tears wondering if I made the wrong decision to move. Does that ever go away?
