There are occasionally those days where nothing goes right. It happens. You roll with it. Sometimes you can even steel yourself against such days.
There are also those days where one thing is supposed to occur and it doesn’t happen. It saddens you a bit. Thriws you off. Then the next next somehow doesn’t happen. Then the third. By the fouth missed event you sit and think to yourself “well, none of it was supposed to happen”. As opposed to thinking it is what it is, one can think it wasn’t what it wasn’t.
However, the next day may be better. The day after things may come together. May- that is the key word. Keep hope going even when your heart is sinking and your heartrate is speeding through your body.