It was just one of those days: my ride to work got lost this morning. Thee kids at camp wet fussier and more difficult than usual. I got badly sunburned (again). There were issues with my paycheck. I got tomato sauce on my light-green tank top. My private lesson kids showed up late. Etc. etc. etc. But the show must go on, right? So instead of indulging in poor-me-time, I tried to tap that inner reservoir of strength, that part of me that surfaces on th good days. Powerful, coordinated, organized, in control.
Fake it 'till you make it folks. Fake it 'till you make it.