The Sign

There's always a defining moment in the semester when it becomes clear that things are in full swing.

Today, Ty called me on his way home from work. He asked me what I was doing, fully anticipating to hear the "I'm practicing" response, I'm sure. (No, really? Never would have guessed!)
After a few minutes of chatting, I suggested going to the mall for dinner and a quick shopping run, so I could use a coupon.
"Really? Really?!"

He was utterly shocked.

"You don't have to act that surprised."
"It's just that we never go out."

That, my friends, is the sign.

Enough Said

Making Sense of the Days

At Bible Study on Tuesday, my Friend, Carissa, said something that grabbed hold of me:
"All I know is that when I'm thankful, everything makes sense."

I am complainer. There. I said it.
I didn't really realize this negative pattern in my life until Ty told me about his "no complaining" rule. He's very gracious and teases me when I complain. It's helped me become more aware.

Instinctively, I'd like to complain about this week. When I take time to instead be thankful, I realize there isn't room for complaining.

This morning I'm thankful for:
-Waking up when I planned
-Time to clean the coffee maker/grinder (a chore I really don't cherish)
-Fresh coffee, free coffee!
-Getting homework done last night
-A phone call from Ty at 4:50AM (I love when he's on my morning schedule!)
-My parents sleeping in the other room (unless my music disturbed them - sorry Mom and Dad!)
-Tsukasa still living here for the next week

And it's only 6AM! How could the day go wrong?