Awaking lazily this morning, making a slow start, I was jossled upon looking at the clock and headed out the door for work. The weather has been nice, the past few days, now that it is starting to warm a bit. Ah... I can feel summer, it's on its way.... and I can't wait!

Driving to work this morning was somewhat of a blur. I don't really remember what was playing on NPR, probably something about Iraq or Bush and budget cuts. It has become white noise that I don't even hear it anymore. Perhaps it's because I don't want to hear it, because it makes me angry.

However, this morning I wasn't angry.... I felt nervous, anxious. As I rode my bike towards work I decided this was going to be a good day. My anxiousness was a good thing and I was going to have a wonderful day! After purchasing coffee and a muffin, I continued towards my work destination. Arriving to the lab, I started samples to continue on their way through the procedures and experiments being their destiny. Then, I jumped on the computer to check my email, a daily morning ritual. My nervousness increased as I see I had received an email from UCSB, one of the graduate schools I had applied. My breath stifled as I logged onto their network to check the status of my application. There it is radiating back at me..... denied. An active link led me to a generic letter, attempting to make me feel as though it wasn't just me they were rejecting but many others. That was supposed to make me feel better, I guess.... though I didn't understand why.

Thankfully, that was not the college I am desiring to go to. That college has yet to make their decision. As I sit here writing this now, my arms feel a bit shakey and the nervousness still persists, which brings me back to this being a good day. As I was thinking this originally, as I rode to the coffee shop, I wondered.... how is this going to be a good day? I could wake up every morning and think that. How would that change the activities of the day? Would it change my approach and reaction to the activities of the day? Would that make a difference? So, I have decided to test this hypothesis and see if it truly does make a difference, though I feel I already know the answer.