{when i typed in "monday," this is what came up.
i deem it appropriate.}
today was one of those days.
you know the days i'm talking about.
my alarm didn't go off, so i was half an hour late to work.
in my haste, i put on the wrong pair of pants. the kind of jeans that stretch out momentarily after you put them on, causing you to pull up your pants all day and/or giving you the appearance of a bubble butt.
in addition to that, something painful was in my right eye the entire day. and when i say the entire day, i mean the entire day. even after having got to work late, i spent half the morning in the bathroom, trying to locate whatever piece of fuzz/mascara/annoying thing that was hurting my eyeball. no luck. eventually, both my eyes were bloodshot and eyeliner kept getting smeared across my face. this was around the time i got past the point of caring.
this was also the same time when i forgot how to walk. which explains how my foot got wedged in between two of the stairs at work, thus, flinging me forward and slamming my left shin against the edge of the stairs. a welt quickly developed and trying to walk like i didn't just slam into the stairs like an idiot proved to be a difficult task.
to top all of it off, i started to develop a massive headache. i think between the pants, the eyeball, the late morning, the leg...my teeth were clenching together in a very unattractive fashion. so i asked to go home 45 minutes early and, thank goodness, my manager said yes.
the bad part is, i tried to use the rest of my evening productively by looking at cars online. i found what i thought to be a steal and drove an hour into LA, determined to leave with a new car. in true monday form, the car...was a mess. i won't go into details, except to say they were selling the car for $7,600 and i probably wouldn't have spent $4,000 on it. maybe less. it was not pretty.
two hours later, i was finally back at home. with a bowl of hot chili in my hand. excitedly rushing to make a phone call as i walked across the tan carpet in the hallway...
chili + tan carpet + the kind of day i was having...you do the math.
i spilled.
and not only did i spill, but i tripped, which means my chili went flying down the entirety of our hallway. onto the walls, into door crevices, and--you guessed it--my chili made close friends with our tan carpet. yup, today was my day.
i wanted to document today because, for some reason, unbeknownst to me, it all makes me smile. yes, i was annoyed at my bubble butt. and alarm clock and tardiness. and fuzzy thing in my eye. and the car dealership and my idiotic chili mess.
BUT. my work was kind enough to let me go home early. and i got to pick up my new black-rimmed glasses today. and the drive home from LA was AMAZING. the traffic was light (and during rush hour?!) and the weather was overcast and my windows were down and boys like girls was cranking out of my car stereo. and after i spilled my chili, my roommate spent 30 minutes helping me scrub the carpets and clean it up. plus, i still had enough left in the fridge to make another bowl. then, i talked to my sister on the phone for two and a half hours. she made me laugh so hard that i cried. she also told me that my most favorite ice cream of all-time, WATERMELON ICE, was back at baskin robbins. every year for probably the last 8 years, i have looked for this concoction of heaven in a cup, and this year, IT'S BACK. so, while we were on the phone, i drove to baskin robbins and bought a pound of it. and an iced cappuccino. and after i hung up the phone with my sister, i drank my delicious iced drink and ate sunflower seeds and read Catching Fire in bed.
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it was nothing close to a perfect day. but still, i loved it.
and i wanted to make sure i wrote all of it down because, despite the messiness, i spent the latter half of today laughing. at myself. at life.
last week was so good. i felt rested and graceful and i had a cute outfit day every day.
but maybe this week, i won't get even that much. and maybe i needed a little reminder that life doesn't look like that all the time. yes, the perfect is sweet. but how would i know that if i didn't have the imperfect to measure it against?
and if my imperfect days only get as bad as today, well then...life is still pretty sweet after all.
cheesy, but true:) i liked today<3
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thank you, Jesus, for a gorgeous, overcast days like today. for understanding managers. for sister phone dates and iced coffee. for good books. and even for leg welts and spills on carpets. because i definitely needed the reminder that, no matter how perfectly orchestrated, this life isn't perfect. but it's still good. and You still always bless undeserving me. i may not always be good at remembering that. but today, i do remember. and i want to make sure i say, thank You.
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