pickle

I woke up yesterday morning a half hour before I usually do, to take my time getting ready, eat breakfast and not be rushed. I got into my car (pre-warmed, nice and toasty) and tryed to back out of my driveway. Because of how our neighbors park, it makes for an interesting task, especially when Travis' car is parked behind me. I tried about 14 times to back out, and after getting frustrated, I honked my horn and called for Travis to come out and help me. (Now I was gonna be late, and that was my whole point of waking up early!)

I was too impatient to wait for him and tried again. (BAD IDEA). I got too close to the little brick wall near our house and crunch. Oh crap! (I actually said something else). :( I knocked over the bricks and scratched up the front right side of my car pretty bad. I was instant waterworks and literally threw a tantrum better/worse than a 2-year old. I felt so stupid! If I could have just waited literally 30 seconds, Travis would have been outside. In fact, he was walking to the door to come outside right as I hit the bricks... so 5 seconds! Just goes to show how completely impatient I am. I just wanted to do it myself and get to school!

Well, it was hard to have a good day after that, first thing in the morning. I tried to be positive, and actually, i interpret a class in which they discuss positivity and the effects it can have. The teacher asked, "Sometimes things seem negative, but can really have a positive impact." I was thinking, "Psshhh, yeah right, nothing positive can come of this!" Well, so far, nothing has, especially if I keep thinking that way. I tried to keep my head up, though.

During the week, I hardly have time to eat lunch. Most days, I don't eat lunch unless there is a student cancellation. Yesterday there wasn't, BUT, one class got out early, and I had 10 minutes to buy and eat something. I hate eating at school, but I had to do it, otherwise I'd pass out! I hesitantly bought a pre-made sandwich. I took my first bite and... HEAVEN! I knew the taste as soon as I bit into it. A PICKLE. No one puts pickles in sandwiches, do they? I always do, because I am obsessed with pickles. I eat them straight from the jar, and every single day. It was such a blessing. I felt like crying, I was so happy. Seriously, a pre-paid sandwich with a pickle? I have never eaten a pre-assembled sandwich with one in it, but I was sooo grateful! And they were huge, plentiful slices. I ate the entire sandwich, enjoying each picklicious bite. The remainder of the day was great. My morning was rough, but not after that sandwich.

That is how a pickle changed my entire day.