Not So Bad of a Day

It was a long day. It was a hard day. I was down and tired and a little sad, I thought I was mad but mad is just sad but you're trying to cover it up that your sad. Then I stepped home and....... I'm in my safe place. I go to my room and grab my diary off the shelf and start to journal about the day and get all my thoughts out of me and onto the page. It felt like the pen was skating down the page. Then I feel a lot better than before. I go to the kitchen and make some homemade pasta. I take it to the couch. I make a fire in the fireplace and hunker down and get cozy. After eating, I finally got to read my book. After eating later, I heat up my heat bag and think of the day. Vivid thoughts spin around my mind like how sad it is that some people don't have homes to- beep beep beep! I grab my heat bag from the microwave, say goodnight to my mom and Dad, and pray with my dad for people that are not as fortunate as me. As I lay there, memories flash through my head like the time that I finally landed a front flip or the time that my mom taught me to do a handstand. And my peace and is where God alone is and he helped me through tuff times. Also, I can call this a good day, and I can be joyful and be content and call this a good day because of my home.