Sunday, February 16, 2014

Appreciating the Good Times

I had one of those weekends. One of those miserable, no-good weekends with all but one or two small bursts of good in between all the bad. The thing is, my weekend didn't even start out all that bad! Valentine's Day was very nice (even though I woke up a bit cranky to say the least.) I'm not quite sure what happened between Friday and Saturday, but it must have included a visit from the bad luck fairy because it all kind of went downhill from there. 

Saturday was, well, not great. Just like Friday, my Saturday started out pretty great with a trip to target. (Hello, half-price Valentine's Day candy!) That night, a bunch of my friends and I hung out and watched some movies. Then it got bad. I was leaving to go to McDonald's for some midnight snacking with one of my best friends, and as I was backing up to turn around to get out of my friend's neighborhood, I had a nice run-in with a mailbox? tree branch? bush? Whatever it was, it left a nice dent on the trunk of my car (which I've only had for 2 months...). 

We went to McDonald's even though I was half crying and guess what? Their ice cream machine? Broken. Broken. I thought: Just my luck. We got fries instead.

Sunday. I woke up to do homework, and I got on the thought train of: Okay, I can turn this weekend around. The universe had other plans for me. I had a clarinet lesson later that day (#bandgeek) and when I got to my teacher's house, I realized I had totally forgotten my clarinet and music. Great. So we rescheduled and I headed home. That's not even the end of it.

Later that night, I went to youth group at my church and actually had a great time. On the way home, my luck was broken once again. I was driving along and all of a sudden, the car about 40 feet in front of me swerved into the lane to the right. I immediately saw why: there was a black car at a dead stop in the middle of the road. I slammed on the brakes and stopped about an inch away from the car. It was an act of God that I didn't hit it. 

After almost wrecking my car, I pulled into the grocery store parking lot and just broke down. All of the emotions of the weekend came piling on all at once and I just cried. Sometimes that's all you need; a good cry. 
think happy thoughts

This whole weekend really got me thinking about something: sometimes you need to have a bad weekend to realize you've really got it good.

You need bad in between the good to really be thankful for the good. 

If all you ever experienced was the good, you would never truly be able to appreciate the good. You need bad to appreciate the good. 

What I've learned from the past two days is that when things seem really bad, just think happy thoughts. Push through. Get through it all knowing that good times are on the other side. Promise. 



  1. What a great way to look at it! Hopefully you're in for an extra-good week Caitlin :)