Lately, my weeks have felt bland. I kept saying, “Next week will be better,” knowing full well it would be the exact same as the week prior and the week before that. Then I thought to myself, “What would happen if I forced a good week?” 

So that’s exactly what I did. Originally, I wanted to pick something good out of every day and document it as proof I had a good week. However, that didn’t really work because not every day was going to be the amazing, perfect week I wanted because, truthfully, the perfect week does not exist. 

That being said, I was still able to document some of the beautiful things that happened to me that made my week well-rounded and enjoyable rather than perfect. 

For the purpose of this article, I will be starting my week on Saturday because they are far more interesting than Mondays, and I had a very notable weekend. 

On Saturday, I spent the whole day with my sister. She left for college in August, and this was my second time seeing her since she left, so needless to say, I was heart-wrenchingly excited to spend time with her. We got chai tea lattes for breakfast, pizza for lunch, and then spent the night watching The Devil Wears Prada with all her new friends in the dorm common room. It was exactly what I needed at that moment—my sister. 

Sunday was okay. 

Monday, I showed up to work with two matching socks. To many, this sounds like a childish achievement, but I was pleased with my ability to feel accomplished from such a simple task. I coach gymnastics, so the majority of the time, I just wear socks on the gym floor. The issue is that when I put my socks on in the morning, I am too tired to pay much attention to whether they are on properly. By the time I get to work and take my shoes off, it always seems that I have two different pairs on; one is inside out, or they simply have holes on the ball of my foot that are so big they practically render the sock useless. But on Monday, I wore two perfectly intact and impeccable matching socks. I was unnecessarily pleased with this minor achievement, but it was a highlight nonetheless.

Tuesday was average. 

Wednesday, I went to Starbucks with a friend who shares a similar passion for the venti strawberry lemonade with light ice as I do. Some may ask if it is really necessary to get the largest size drink, and to that, I respond no. However, it makes me happy, so why not?

I really would love to write something about Thursday, but sadly, at this given moment in time, I cannot remember what events took place. Most likely, I took a nap, as I often do that on Thursdays if I am not frantically studying for AP World.

Lastly, Friday was a good day for the simple fact that it was Friday.  

Although, I couldn’t find something good about every day, documenting a few of the good things that happened re-adjusted my perspective by forcing my brain into thinking it was a good week. And even the idea of a good week is better than just expecting a bad week. It’s all about taking baby steps.

Happiness is an art. This is how I choose to feel happy this week.