Sometimes, You’ve Just Gotta Call It A Day

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Last night, I was in bed by 10 p.m.

What? 10 o’clock? On a Saturday night? In the city that never slleeps? Sadly, yeah.

See, yesterday was kinda tough on your old pal, Marcus. Before yesterday, Garrett and I had one training session with an orientation and mobility instructor on campus. We’ve been trying to map out our classes, teach Garrett where these are, orientate me to get from point A to point B, just all the stuff I’ll need to get to class independently when school starts on September 6.

With only one O&M session under my belt, plus it was pretty bloody hot, Garrett and I didn’t do so well. At least, not in my opinion. We made a couple wrong turns, Garrett was adament he wanted to go down a path that led no where, stuff like that. I came home from our route exhausted, mentally and physically.

Then last night when I took Garrett out for park time, we got lost again. Yes, twice in one day. Does not make me happy. In fact, leaves me feeling kinda vulnerable. Can I honestly think I can get around by myself in NYC? Is Garrett up for this chhallenge? The answer, of course, is yes…but in moments of wandering around not knowing where I am, yeah, self doubt is plentiful.

Once I finally made it back to my building, I was late hitting the elevator button. We live on the fifth floor. Or maybe I hit the wrong button. Either way, we ended up on the 12th floor…and I have no idea how. It was stiffling in the elevator, so by the time we got back to our floor, I’m drenched in sweat.

When I got back in, Marvelyne could tell something was wrong. Instead of vomiting everything out, I just said, “I’m going to just go to bed. Hopefully tomorrow is a better day.”

And, today HAS been a better day. Sometimes, when things are rough, the best thing to do isn’t to press on, but just surrender, chalk it up to life not being perfect, go to bed and hope tomorrow will be a better day.

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