All the Joy of Feb 2 2020 Writing Prompt Week 4

This day last year was a Sunday. I got up early and threw in a load of laundry before  sweating it out in an instense CrossFit open gym. Afterwards, I came home, showered and threw something in the crockpot before heading to sign language class and the local community college. After class I dropped off bulk toilet paper and cleaning supplies with my favorite college student. He was excited at the huge pack of Mega Rolls of Charmin and bleach wipes.  He had no idea at the time, what a treasure that would be. 

On the way home I stopped by the mall to treat myself to Fenty “cause I’m black” fly liner in honor of Black History Month.  I put it on immediately despite not having any other make up on and thought it was so fabulous that I snapped a selfie in the parking lot ( see above) 

When I got home,  I enjoyed the perfect pot roast while rewatching a session of Financial Peace University, a class that I faithfully attended every Wednesday since the beginning of the year.  I watched parts of the Super Bowl and petted my dog 

It was the most basic of days. After finishing the laundry I headed to bed where I wrote in my journal.  “Today was a good day, no tears. I think I’m going to be good. I think this might just end up being the good year I need.”   

If I could change one thing in my world today, it would be to have all the joy and optimism and hope that I had on Feb 2, 2020. The Mandatory Positive is that if it was possible to experience it then, after all the heartbreak of 2019, then it’s possible I can find it again.