ain't no sunshine when she's gone

it's not warm when she's away

ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Do you ever like to pretend like these songs are written about you? I do. I have no doubt in my mind that people like Bill Withers, Kenny Chesney, and the Jonas Brothers all had me in mind when they wrote these lyrics.

Today was one of those days that could not get any better. The weather was absolutely perfect. Sunshine. Mid 60's. A constant breeze. I just wanted to stay outside the entire day. Then I made a trip to the mall. Bought two new pairs of jeans, both of them the perfect fit. What could be better than that? Great jeans, great weather, great day.

Also, I am going to a hockey game tonight. Who's playing? No idea. Does it really matter? When was the last time I went to a hockey game? Third grade. For sure. I love the idea though.

I feel so much better though. I was planning on sleeping the whole weekend and just healing my ill self. Maybe it's the weekend. Maybe it's being done with mid terms. It could be that I met with my advisor and am no longer stressed about my schedule. Or maybe it's the perfect weather. Who knows? But I am in a good mood and I feel great.

"pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly... And if left unresolved for very long, you can almost forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place." William P. Young, "The Shack"