I woke up this morning in a groggy mood. And then the light bulb turned on. I suddenly put every ounce of energy I had into putting together and doing a package design for my class tonight. From 8am to 5pm, I did nothing but design, cut, fold, print, glue, and hope to god that it would come together the way I wanted it to. I did this not because I had to but because I wanted to. The drive to school was nice and relaxing for once. I felt so good and proud of all I had done to accomplish my goal. When I got to class at 6, I was one of two people out of the whole class who did what the teacher asked. I was dissapointed in them and moreso I was sad for my teacher. He's motivating, inspirational, knowledgeable... And they ignore and look past all of that. What a waste on their part. I felt good about what I had done during the critique. And I was proud of myself for not using an excuse to not do it because that's just too easy. I'm in a lot of pain tonight, but I'm smiling inside. And the good things that come my way are always ten times better than someone without pain. I appreciate and acknowledge what I've done because I'm a million miles away from giving in to pain when I do acknowledge it.