I was driving back to BSU from Nampa today (yes, yes I live in Nampa, I know, the horror) and I was contemplating about how good things have been this week. I have been on top of my homework, I have had some fun plans, etc., etc.
And then I got home and decided I really needed some soup because it was absolutely freezing (yes, yes I have lived in Idaho my entire life and I hate the winter the exact same amount every year). I can't open this can of Campbell's and I just really really want it. Long story, short, I sliced a large piece out of my finger. And jeez. It hurt.
So I am sitting there awhile later with a bandage and I think the best way to make myself feel better is to get some chocolate. I go to grab my chocolate that I just bought and I notice I accidentally bought the chocolate with almonds. I hate almonds.
While this isn't the most tragic of events, the evening didn't go as planned which got me thinking. Do you ever feel like the second you realize things are going well they start to go horrible? That always seems to happen to me.
However, as I sat there without soup or chocolate I realized that there were some juice boxes in my fridge. I think that's a wonderful metaphor. Even when things feel like they're going horrible there is always something good going on.
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