It's been that kind of day

Murphy's law pretty much sums up the large majority of my yesterday.

Because really, everything that could go wrong, did.

But . . .

Even though I woke up really late and had to choose between eating and getting dressed

and even though I was still five minutes late to work and I survived the day off of two Grandmother Cookies from the Vending Machine

and even though I could not understand most of the people that called the Clinic because I don't speak Spanish, and they didn't speak English

and even though my phone spazzed out and deleted every single one of my text messages

and even though I struggled to stay awake during D&C (wait...that happens every day)

and even though the project I was working on that was supposed to be due at 4:00 had some serious issues as I tried to finish it, and I ended up not finishing it til 4:00

and even though my TA informed me, at 4:00, that I would need to print the paper double sided, in a copy room not anywhere near where I was, causing me to be 15 more minutes late to class

and even though when I got to the copy room it took me 15 minutes to figure out how and where to print, whilst having two of the employees sit there laughing instead of helping me.

and even though my tax refund wasn't quite as much as I thought it would be (though, I am grateful for how much I did get)

and even though the Creamery was out of frozen chicken breasts

and even though I had to drive to Smith's, almost getting hit by two seperate cars (not my fault, surprisingly), to get chicken

and even though my debit card keeps getting rejected because I ordered a new one, and Wells Fargo decided to make my current one invalid before the other one even got here

and even though I have to write checks for the time being, which I hate doing

and even though, after I had checked out at the grocery store, I was informed I couldn't use a check without my drivers license, which was out in my car, so I had to feel like an idiot, leaving all my groceries at the register while I ran out to my car, which incidentally was at the very end of the parking lot

and even though I got home with exactly 1 hour to cook a meal that usually takes longer

and even though Acapolooza was sold out by the time we got there

...It turned out to be a pretty good day.

Why? Because after I stopped feeling sorry for myself, I decided to look on the bright side of things and realize that things really weren't that bad. When I got home from the store, despite the fact that I've been trying to limit sweets for the most part, I ate 3 thin mints, a spoonful of nutella, and about 10 of those mini chocolate eggs that I bought impulsively at the store. I made a kick butt dinner and dessert in record time. Even though Acapalooza was sold out, Forrest and I went to the International Cinema and watched a weird/depressing Spanish movie. It was kind of not the best movie ever, but we had fun laughing at it. At the end, Forrest was like "...I don't think anyone else found that as entertaining as we did." So true. Then I came home and hung out with my roomies and Forrest, and watched the Olympics. I ended up going to bed with a smile on my face. Then I found out my good friend, Donovan, is coming out to BYU next fall, which made me super happy, since I haven't seen him in years. Thus, I realized, that things don't stay bad. My mom constantly tells me that things aren't always terrible, or always wonderful, but quite often just in the middle and you just have to accept that. I've been working on trying to have that mindset. It probably helped that in the middle of the day I pretty much begged Heavenly Father to make my day end better than it started. Him and I have a pretty good deal going on.

I listened to this song at the end of the day, and I felt like it accurately described how I felt today. Love this song. (and sorry there's random people in it, I couldn't find a better video of the song).


How do you handle those stressful, everything went wrong, days?