I had a rough day at internship the day before with some low functioning students, then on my way to class that morning, my ramp was unexpectedly closed for construction. I panicked for a bit, and eventually found myself in a Cracker Barrel parking lot in Okemos, trying to figure out exactly where I was and how to get to campus from there, while angry patrons of the restaurant honked at me. I had to run to class, but actually made it there before the professor, who was running late, thank goodness.
Then sitting there in class, partway through a miserable lecture, I dug through my bag and pulled out a Dr. Pepper. Now, I don't even drink pop anymore. This may have been the first time I'd had pop in a year, or even longer, and I wouldn't have even chosen to have it if my clinical supervisor hadn't pressured me to bring a pop bottle in at the end of the week for an intervention material. Anyway, I decided sugar was necessary at that moment in my life, and cracked open the pop bottle, and it GUSHED and fizzed all over the table and my pants...and I could have been upset. Most days, I probably would have. BUT, after so many other little things going wrong, it must have just struck a chord, because it totally changed my day for the better!
When so many little things go wrong and just keep going wrong, eventually you have to laugh, because all of those little things aren't worth getting upset!
Besides...
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