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
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
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