I just realised that I have had a perfect day. A day in which everything went swimmingly well. Strange thing is that it was so similar to many other days I have that I nearly missed it. It almost seems unfair that I have good days almost every day while other languish in misery, is this because my glass is half full and other peoples glasses are half empty or is it because I really have fashioned such a wonderful life for myself? (Or am I deluding myself perhaps!?)
I should probably emphasize that it was a perfect day in the sense that everything that happened, more or less happened perfectly, not that every possible good thing happened on the same day.
I kicked off with arriving in good time for my tutorial where I successfully blagged the whole session in a haze of complete ignorance about the reading material which I hadn't had the time of inclination to look hard for. I spent a protracted lunch laughing at a comedy and avoided what turned out to be a snore inducing nightmare first lecture (I was tipped of by its title), only to turn up for the second lecture which was the single best lecture in the course so far by an order of magnitude. The third lecture was cancelled on the spur of the moment and thusly was a day of university concluded.
A quick session down at the climbing wall saw me dispatch my project and figure out all the hardest moves on the hardest route in the centre which had stymied me previously. Everything was rounded off nicely with wine and meatball bolognese.
A life of simplicity is a life of happiness and I hope I never forget that. If you are reading this and I have, then please remind me.
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