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Misleading Monday

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It’s easy to let one bad thing distort your positivity. An awful test score can ruin your day. Start off late for something and it throws off your entire schedule. But those things are misleading.

Take my day, for example.

I wake up at 1:15 PM—more than a little late for my 11 AM meeting.  The exterminator is supposed to come at 2. I scrounge up some clothes and throw them on while simultaneously pushing all of my furniture a foot away from the wall. It’s during this frantic activity that I realize I have a second meeting scheduled for 3. I hurriedly check the bus schedule. It’s 1:50 and the bus is coming at 1:53. I grab all my stuff and sprint out the door shoving my hand in my bag to grab my Smartrip that, by a sick twist of fate, is not there. It’s no big deal, I tell myself. I’m catching a ride on, they’ll take my student ID. Except when I get to the corner I see it pass, just a 10 second walk away.

A ten second walk across four lanes of busy life threatening traffic.

So I decide to take my moped all the way to school despite not having a parking permit. I stop by the Starbucks looking for coffee to wake me up and accidentally order a chai tea instead. I attempt to fill out the meeting’s paperwork without a pen until someone takes pity on me and lets me borrow theirs. Then I have to go and give this “honors society” 60 dollars that I don’t really have.

From there I call my insurance company. They assure me that everything is okay and that I can finally pick up my much needed prescription. So I moped on over to CVS and spend the next hour fighting with both the pharmacists and the insurance company about a problem that someone had told me was fixed. I end up just paying the stupid bill out of pocket.

Then I rush to a dealership, sign a whole bunch of paperwork, and listen to a man tell me my car could quite possibly not be ready to drive for another 2-5 weeks.

But it’s okay because I still own it. The title will be in my name just as soon as I pay for it. I swipe my debit card; punch in my number, and… incorrect pin. I had lost my bankcard the week before and had gotten a new one. It’s written on a paper at home but the exterminator is there and we can’t go back in the house until 7:30. It’s 5:30. And to top it off, I have homework due tomorrow.

At 8 I finally go home—tired, cranky, and more than a little hungry.

It’s at that point that I start to pity myself. And it’s at this point that I give my self a good slap in the face.

The weather was beautiful. I was on time for my second meeting. I drank a delicious chai tea. I joined an honors society. I’m half way to owning my own car. Someone offered me kindness in the form of a pen. I now know my new pin. My insurance problem is finally being solved. Food tastes ten times better on an empty stomach. I did not get a ticket.

So chipper up, negative Nancy.

It’s not called a “Happy Monday!” for nothing.



Tiffany’s Magical Monday Music Selection:

Who Wouldn’t Wanna Be Me by Keith Urban


When it Rains it Hails

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     I can remember a time when I couldn’t tell the difference between small comforts and luxuries. I thought that I could survive happily with just about any hint of comfort. It’s funny how life’s priorities change. They change with circumstance and one’s mindset.

As pointed on previously, I’m in sort of a transition. . . not still a larvae, not quite a moth (definitely no butterfly). . . The long and the short of it is that the cushy, lucrative student position I’ve enjoyed for the past few years is coming to an end and this realization has me evaluating my expenses as I search for new employment.

     Firstly, being in a relationship is expensive especially when you live together. The biggest fact of the matter is that it’s entirely unethical to drag someone you care about down with you because you’ve fallen into a lower economic status. I’m saying this because if I were single, I would definitely have a different mindset about the situation. Heck, a younger, more single Isaac would look at this as a chance for ground up reinvention. Instead of being caught in an office where I’ve felt like my eyeballs were being progressively burned out by computer screens daily, I could who knows, teach music, find writing gigs (thanks student life blog for the “writing experience”), become a world class sign twirler. . . heck go build houses as part of a charity organization. I’m not single though and I don’t want to be so I’ve got to temper enthusiasm for change with a solid sense of a modicum of, if not altruism then surely the common sense of knowing when I’ve got a good thing going. In the end if we’re not loved then what are we?

    Second, I love living in a space that is at least somewhat my own. A bed that’s not someone else’s living room couch, private, hot showers, someplace to cook a hot meal. I’ve come to grow accustomed to a comfortable home. Could I go back to a life of couch surfing, short term room rentals and/or the occasional night in flat bed my little hatchback? Sure, but per my first evaluation I couldn’t drag someone else into this and frankly I’ve come to appreciate the centeredness of having a place to call home.

    It’s just funny the way that life twists (or twists the knife) and when it rains it pours and sometimes it hails. It’s up to us to decide whether we need a raincoat or a life raft. I can’t say that I’m looking forward to this specific set of challenges, but keeping one’s head in the sand is rarely of any help and neither is simply turning back and falling into old trappings      


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