If enough bad days string together you get bad weeks…then months…and, yes, even bad years.

Bad days are the norm. So are good ones. So are those generally forgettable days that fill in the spaces between the extremes.

Though bad days seem to magnify in their importance.

Those days when our pens weigh as much as tons of lead. Suddenly penning each word would test the might of Atlas. Our minds fill with clouds and fog. Those sparkling ideas, the bursts of inspiration, and the lines that make us smile immediately after writing them seem as distant as the farthest of stars.

When those days are happening we don't think they will end. Despair is the food of bad days. A crop they both consume and harvest.

But bad days pass.

The sun sets on them. Hours later it rises on a new day. Maybe this day will be better. Maybe it will be worse.

Sometimes we seek to control the outcome of the sunrise. If those are bad days it hurts us all the more.

The best way to deal with the bad days is to let go.

Instead of fighting to lift the pen, we should rest. Take a moment to let our mind sift through the fog and haze, to play in dreams and see what might be. Go for a walk and watch the sunset. Bid farewell to the bad day. Sleep some more.

Maybe wake up early to curiously greet the next day's sunrise.

Maybe it will be good.

Maybe it will be bad.

Maybe it will be mundane.

But all days pass.

All we can do is make the best of them…

No matter their nature…