Take it Slow

So right now I am sitting at my computer my hair conditioning in a towel. I am totally comfortable in my pj pants and my Rush Snakes and Arrows Tour shirt and also so totally grossed out. Don't you hate that feeling when you take a shower and you're covered in pureness only to step into a bedroom drenched in filth? Yuck, I have some cleaning to do. The shower wasn't really all that good at the begining either. I put on some Ani DiFranco and hopped in wanting to scream, cry and drown all at the same time. But I forced myself to sing instead. Amazed at the acoustics in the bathroom and the wonderful way they made me sound 100% in tune with Ms. DiFranco I started to sing much louder and that help me blow off some steam. (Although looking back it may have sounded like a nervous breakdown). Once I was a little more relaxed I started thinking about how to calm myself and how we don't live these very short lives to always want to cry, scream, and drown unless its because we are so happy, excited, in love, loved ect. The joy in life is the little things. Like Tuesday I was so frustrated and short fused and was running late to work, this seemed to bother more than it does every other day of the week that I run late, and I stomped out of the house hardly saying bye to my housemate but somehow this small snail (Above) caught my attention mid attitude stride. I stopped and watch it ignoring the time and even snapped a few pictures. As my pace slowed I noticed the other six or seven snails linning out my walk way. As I got in my car and slowly began to pull away I looked in my rearview mirror and there was this stumpy little dog chasing his heart out after my car having the time of his life. I couln't help but smile. These are small things that we forget and shouldn't. Then theres the other bigger things like how my housemate/very good friend is super nice to be even when I have been a complete jerk lately and is totally trustworthy, or how even though I could have lost my job today by being a meany, at least i have a job to lose and I am not one of the people who I talk to everyday out of work. I am making friends like freaky Walter, or Aaron who I am going to Chicago with, or even Lewis who me and Heather have the pleasure of housing for Jason Webley and Tomato Camp. (http://www.jasonwebley.com/) and I get to see both the Shins and Iron and Wine (check out respective websites/myspaces) within the next five days. I have so much good around me that I can focus on. So, anyway, today I think my sick day was very successful in being a healer and I am writing, working on papers, cleaing being productive and doing everything to not be angry.