Anatomy of a Good Day

I have a mountain of homework. Finals are looming ever closer, with grades swaying on the edge of good and bad. Dark clouds could easily roll onto the horizon of my little world. But they haven't and I plan to stave them off as long as possible. But wait, it can't be that simple. You cannot just decide to have a Good Day can you?

yep.

Its easy. You just have to decide and then believe it. Roll out of bed and thank God for another day to live. Stop searching for the other earring and relish the sunrise out your window. Find a happy song on the radio and sing and dance down the highway. While crossing the parking lot, breathe in all the morning air you can. Smile at everyone you meet. Its that simple. 

In middle school I remember swarms of students moving down a hallway, all carrying the same brand of backpack. Tables segregated by sports team. The pointedly different kids who appeared to be making a statement. Mind you they were all very similar as well. I remember having a passionate desire to fit in during middle-school-junior-high, to be just like everyone else. At the same time I wanted to be unique. how difficult. But as I gaze around the commons, it is easy to see groups intermingling, this is high school and I love it.