Thursday.

I woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning.

I looked at it saying the day was all wrong.

I got the wrong amount of sleep.

I had to go to class, which was clearly wrong.

I had to print papers that I'd stayed up late to write, wrong.

I had to listen to information I'd heard before, so classes seemed redundant... wrong.

I liked statistics best today, which is weird and wrong for me.

I was tired in class, so it felt wrong.

I wasn't hungry but I knew I should eat, that felt wrong.

Then I walked outside.

I looked around for a second and thought through how I felt about the day.

The only thing really wrong, was what I defined as wrong.

I had the wrong attitude.

I had the wrong frame of mind.

I had thought and used the word I too much, which was wrong.

What was really wrong with the day?

The way I had interacted with it.

Today was beautiful.

I slept last night. That's it, I was able to sleep in a warm bed.

I was blessed to wake up in a place where I can print a paper in my own room.

I get to go to class where professors will repeat content to emphasize importance.

I was actually enjoying being challenged in statistics.

There was plenty of food for me... I am not lacking in sustenance.

I am tired... but you know what?

God is good.

I am so loved.

And the world is beautiful... just look at the view...