I just wanted this day to be over. It felt unnecessarily long and drawn out. In fact, this whole week had felt tiring.
On Tuesday, near the end of my last class, I decided to start thinking that it was actually Friday. With growing excitement, I started to wrap the class up, thinking, How could I have forgotten all day that it was Friday? When I told them that we would discuss their assignment on Monday, I suddenly realized (spurred on in part by some confused faces) that it was really Tuesday. Each day since then has been more of the same desire to get to Saturday.
As I followed my class to the computer lab, I internally rolled my eyes. Such a rough day.
Then I mentally interrogated my self-pitying soul:
Why is this such a rough day?
Because the computers didn’t work like they were supposed to and now we have to go to a lab.
Did you get enough to eat?
Did you fear for your life?
Is it really that big of a deal?
I’m not saying I was chipper and happy-go-lucky the rest of the day, but it helped slap me out of my first-world troubles. The computers didn’t cooperate: get over this little difficulty, get over yourself, and be thankful for what you do have. It isn’t worth getting stressed out over and it shouldn’t ruin the rest of your day, but rather it was a little mishap.
The change in perspective was very needed. Let little things stay little.