I really do believe there is a correlation between weather and human emotions. (Why else would suicide rates be so high in Seattle?) The monochrome skies and lackluster landscapes have made me feel apathetic, which is somewhat coincidental to Ethan Frome, the book I’m reading for literature class.
My horoscope the past Thursday told me that I should invest in some healthy exercise to feel “delighted”. After pushing the thought of exercising to the corner of my mind for 6 days, I finally put the thought into reconsideration today. I did 10 jumpingjacks, and counted out the numbers out loud.
The feeling of rejuvenation 10 jumpingjacks gave me was substantially invigorating. Amazing how “new” old things can get over time. I remember sophomore and freshmen year when I led the Cougar Spellout in P.E. class. Then, jumpingjacks were merely daily obligations to earn my 5 points worth of exercise credits. Now, it has taken on a whole new depth.
My brother rushed up the stairs saying he heard weird thumping noises. He seemed so concerned, especially because my parents weren’t home. His face looked so curious as to what made those noises that I couldn’t just admit I was doing jumpingjacks. The truth would have led down the expectations he had built of the possible explanations for the unknown noises.
Today,
I have found a therapeutic solution for gloomy days.
I have made a realization.
I have been considerate to my brother.
I have prevented apathy from completely pervading my mind.
Today is an accomplishment.
