As long as there’s a little grass, it’s still a good day

It’s been a really interesting past month to say the least, maybe more like “interesting”, not always in the best way.  To combat days (or months) like that I try to focus on anything remotely positive no matter how insignificant it is.

The mood improving game I’ve been playing lately involves the Kia, a little grass, and a driveway full of concrete with the goal being to salvage as much grass as possible while pulling into the driveway.  For some reason I have not been able to consistently park without taking a chunk of the landscape along underneath my rear passenger tire.

I was intently focused on accomplishing this small task while my niece was riding with me.  She asked what I was doing and I explained.

“Oh, Juicy, that’s easy.  Drive like it’s an ‘L’, not a ‘J’.  Duh.”

“Nooney, I’m trying.”

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Was Constipated

I mentioned a few months ago that I would be applying to graduate school, and on Monday morning at 2:34 am, I officially submitted my application to a private university.

It took me at least a couple weeks, but I finally got them out.  Words, that is.  Mental constipation is unbearable when you’re up against an application deadline, and the three required essays are serving as your “Hail Mary” play for admission.  Whichever words I chose had to be equivalent to literary divine intervention that miraculously causes anyone reviewing my application to ignore less than stellar standardized test scores.  The pressure of pulling this off in the clutch only served to reinforce the already present mental block hindering my progress.   Stressing out over which creative essay to choose, articulating my future goals, and whether or not my essay on leadership contains ENOUGH leadership had me unconsciously clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth.  To all the people that helped me to edit at the last minute, I would like to send out a “thank you, thank you, thank you” and apologize for cluttering up everyone’s inbox.

Now that everything is submitted, regardless of acceptance, it feels wonderful to follow through with a goal that is now out of my hands.  Being able to close my mouth without clenching my jaw is also very welcomed, like a kind of relief not even Pepto can compare to.