There's something about a fabulously crummy day that will make everything seem like it hurts.
During a time like this, I knew all the signs of what I should be feeling.
Let me tell you, I flew through these steps faster than I do when I'm coming up from a dark basement. It only took a matter of hours before I was to number 5.
It's a good thing there was a bright side to my day, right?
I got a pan of brownies that said, "Feel Better Lover" from my sister. And we almost ate the whole pan by ourselves.
I got to watch Castle with my bestie and read blogs about cute moms.
I got my acceptance letter from a school I swore I'd never go to...that I cannot WAIT to go to.
(They also accept anyone with a pulse.)
I got to talk to my mama, and have her listen to me scream on the phone till tears came out.
After this, I remembered that life isn't so bad. I mean, there are tulips around here till November.
I got to drive to the Temple and vent for a while.
I remembered that I look ridiculously stellar with high heels on, and rock the 6'2 look.
I remembered that running makes me feel on top of the world, so I went on a run.
I came across this recent picture on my phone, and realized that not all men are scumbag-deucey jerk faces. I just need to be a little more patient to find a good one.
I drove up to my "secret solo spot" and watched the beautiful sun set over the mountains. After long breaths, some Christmas music, and some serious contemplation, I knew my life wasn't all that bad.
Overall, my day was horrible.
But it wasn't anything brownies, moms, and sunsets couldn't solve.