Yesterday was awful.
I mean, really, truly awful.
All the stress of everything hit me like a ton of bricks in the morning, likely brought on by my already grumpy thoughts as I walked the 20 minutes to work in 8.2 degree weather.
I hate Utah.
Don't come runnin after me with pitchforks, now. I just... extremely dislike Utah, and having to come back to it, and its cold, and ice, and below freezing temperatures, and snow, after having been back in Georgia for a whole week. It just sucked coming back on saturday night, knowing that I'll have to take all my finals and do all my last minute little assignments and big ol projects within the next two weeks.
At church on Sunday, which my roommate Amy (hereafter known as Ames or Ags) dragged our ill and infirm selves to, the big combined sacrament meeting had some really good speakers.
This one kid talked about how, as a child, he has a vague memory of being set on the counter as his family made lunch, and realizing he was hungry, then proceeding to eat straight out of the jar of peanut butter by the mouthful and handful, wiping it all over himself, the walls, and the counter around him. His parents came back into the room, and his father had the wisdom to snap a photo of the comical situation. Upon later review, they noticed a small framed sign hanging on the kitchen wall behind their child in the photo, clearly visible, as if it was placed there on purpose: "Count your blessings."
Taken slightly aback by this obvious sign, they decided to count their blessings about the situation, in order to quell their anger at the child's messiness and mistake. His mother said aloud,
"Blessing Number 1: At least it was only peanut butter!"
Ags and I loved this talk, and have taken to going around reminding each other as we complain, "Its only peanut butter! Just peanut butter!"
So, in an attempt to put myself in a better mood, I counted my blessings, and found my peanut butter. I'm going to keep trying to find the peanut butter everyday, and document it in some manner, maybe even just on here.
Tuesday's Peanut Butter:
When I went to the gym yesterday, everything turned around. I hadnt worked out since going home, and it felt good to get some physical work done. There's nothing quite as satisfying as 20 miles on a stationary bike, really. I got to work out for a full hour, reading "Mockingjay" of the Hunger Games series as I did so. Great afternoon.
Also, it was Taco Tuesday at Del Taco. If you haven't taken advantage of this awesomespice deal, then something is seriously wrong with you. Three tacos for $1.07, thats including tax. Go out and git-r-done next week, so to speak.
I went over to my friend Brittani, from freshman year,'s apartment with Caroline, my roommate from that year, to watch the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Oh man, so amazing. Its like a whole freaking performance, not just an underwear show. Seriously, extraordinary.
So yeah. It was good to have my day turned slightly around.
All the stress is still there... all the things I have to accomplish in a short amount of time still exist.. But apparently there are ways to calm yourself. And I plan on doing my best to keep that shizbiz up.