Attitude Adjustment

Frankly, this afternoon hasn't been the greatest. I had to take a friend of mine to the store to pick up some things she needed before this evening, but the only time we could go was right before I had Wind Ensemble rehearsal. We hurried through the store as quickly as we could, but we got stuck in line at the only check-out lane that was open. We pulled back onto campus two minutes before my class started, and since I didn't have time to park by the dorm and still make it to band in a reasonable amount of time, I parked in the parking lot by the music building, got my instrument from my locker, and practically sprinted to class. I was late anyway. They were already practicing, and the director got after me because I hadn't left a copy of my music for the other girl playing first horn, so she couldn't play our part until I got there. The rest of rehearsal went relatively smoothly, but when I went back to my car, I had a University-issued parking ticket. Apparently my parking sticker isn't good for the lot by the music building. So I paid the ticket, came back to my room, and opened the window to get some fresh air. Suddenly I was hit by the overwhelming smell of soy from the soy plant in town. I sank into my chair and groaned.

Then I remembered when I was little, if I got in a bad mood over something, my dad would come up to me and say, "Do you need an attitude adjustment?" Me, in my grumpy, little-kid way, would always say no, but he would always give me one anyway either by tickling me or spinning me around in the air or doing something else to make me laugh until I wasn't mad anymore.

Sitting at my desk today, grumbling about being late, the ticket, and the soy smell, I realized I needed an attitude adjustment. Where any of the things that were bothering me really such a bad thing? Yes, I was late to band, but no one was really upset with me, and I couldn't tell my friend I couldn't drive her to the store. Yes, I got a parking ticket, but it wasn't too expensive, and at least I have a car. Yes, my roomed smelled like soy, but at least it was warm enough to have the window open. Now, I'm still not thrilled with the events of this afternoon, but I'm not upset anymore. I remembered I have a lot to be thankful for, and I have no right to complain when my wonderful, middle class, college life goes wrong. I just need to smile and give myself an attitude adjustment.

I Think Mother Nature is a Little Confused

Not much description needed for this one. Sorry it's quiet. The dorm is eerily silent today, so I felt awkward talking to myself. Enjoy! Comment! Follow!