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Morning meetings can be such a drag. At the very least, the one this morning got me to trudge out of bed, into the snow that shouldn't be falling, to a promised breakfast that wasn't quite as delectable as I had been hoping. Regardless, I still feel better than yesterday. I was in a slump and I hate days like that. Everyone gets them once in a while, the "Oh man, life sucks SO MUCH." days, even when life might not actually suck that bad. It may be true that I do want more out of life, that I want to do more, but getting pissy about it doesn't get me anything closer to that. It just makes me pissy and feel miserable.
Sometimes, it is the simple things that bring the most comfort. Getting out of my car this morning and seeing Drew, on the other side of the parking lot, stop and wait so we can walk in together in the cold, all while whining about how tired we are and how cold it is out, was a good start to the day. Getting to the mall doors, only to find out that we're locked out was even better. How can something like that not be funny? We could've either been infuriated that such a thing could ever happen to us or we could laugh. So we laughed. And then trudged our way around the mall to another door. This morning was just full of little things like that. Hearing the screeches and screams from the mall-walkers as they came across the unwelcome guest skittering around were endlessly entertaining. We'd be in the middle of a discussion and all you'd hear is a scream and everyone would sit dead silent for a moment, as if none of us actually knew what it was and that something terrible was lurking just outside the store. It was just a mouse, for the record, but entertaining just the same.
I stuck around to chat for an extra hour before the store opened, partly because I wanted the extra hour of pay to help pay for the gas to get me there, and partly because it was nice just having people around. I think that was part of what put me in such a foul mood yesterday, that I was only around people in class and I talk to no one in that one. It wasn't the cause by any means, but it certainly didn't help. What a weird way that has changed -- I used to seek solitude at every chance and now I find myself wanting to be around people more and more often. I still value my solitude, of course, but it is no longer the same comfort to me it once was. Anyway, I came home and right as I started cooking some scrambled eggs for breakfast the song that I had been wanting to listen to came on and in that moment I felt amazing. Dancing, all while scrambling my eggs, I must have looked a fool, but what does that matter? I feel infinitely better for having done so.
Sometimes, it is the simple things that bring the most comfort. Getting out of my car this morning and seeing Drew, on the other side of the parking lot, stop and wait so we can walk in together in the cold, all while whining about how tired we are and how cold it is out, was a good start to the day. Getting to the mall doors, only to find out that we're locked out was even better. How can something like that not be funny? We could've either been infuriated that such a thing could ever happen to us or we could laugh. So we laughed. And then trudged our way around the mall to another door. This morning was just full of little things like that. Hearing the screeches and screams from the mall-walkers as they came across the unwelcome guest skittering around were endlessly entertaining. We'd be in the middle of a discussion and all you'd hear is a scream and everyone would sit dead silent for a moment, as if none of us actually knew what it was and that something terrible was lurking just outside the store. It was just a mouse, for the record, but entertaining just the same.
I stuck around to chat for an extra hour before the store opened, partly because I wanted the extra hour of pay to help pay for the gas to get me there, and partly because it was nice just having people around. I think that was part of what put me in such a foul mood yesterday, that I was only around people in class and I talk to no one in that one. It wasn't the cause by any means, but it certainly didn't help. What a weird way that has changed -- I used to seek solitude at every chance and now I find myself wanting to be around people more and more often. I still value my solitude, of course, but it is no longer the same comfort to me it once was. Anyway, I came home and right as I started cooking some scrambled eggs for breakfast the song that I had been wanting to listen to came on and in that moment I felt amazing. Dancing, all while scrambling my eggs, I must have looked a fool, but what does that matter? I feel infinitely better for having done so.
