Today was a great day. Nothing spectacular happened, but nothing bad happened either. Therefore, it was a great day. I suppose I could just end there, and say I'm grateful for great days, but where's the fun in that? Plus, if (when) I ever have another day like this, I won't know what to write about because I'm not allowed to be grateful for the same thing twice. Well, I'm not allowed to post about it anyways. So let's delve a little deeper, shall we?
I used to be extremely optimistic. Everyday was a great day, hands down. I could forget my lunch, be late to school, have a Calculus test, and run an hour of sprints at practice, and it would still be a great day. For some reason, this optimism slipped away, beginning sometime around my junior year of high school. My days started becoming good, and then just okay, and then I had bad days about as often as okay ones. By the time I hit my first semester of college, I was practically a pessimist, though I didn't realize it. Until my friend pointed out that I hadn't had a great day in about a year and a half. Talk about an unwelcome wake up call.
I hate being pessimistic. It makes me feel like I'm living under one of those little black rain clouds, complete with lightning, that only rains on you. So when my friend alerted me to the fact that I'd become a pessimist, I didn't know how to handle it. I mean, how do you make the sun start shining again? Well, that's been my mission for the past year or so: to regain my natural optimism. This has involved several hours of relaxing "me" time, an unhealthy amount of chocolate, and even a few days of forced joy, among other things. But, you know, I really think it's starting to work. Because today was a great day! And I'm very grateful for that.
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