Doing my part to make the world a better place—whether it be by a total epiphany or a simple smile—I've found a hobby in leaving simple Post-it notes. On these Post-its are written words of kindess, love, and encouragement, in hopes that it may bring a little light to whoever may find it. Since this objective took flight, I've additionally enjoyed simply sharing daily occurances that make life beautiful. Do take what you can from my silly, messy, and scatterbrained story. If nothing else, may it encourage you to embrace your own.
To read more on my optimistic endeavor, check out my introductory post here.

Looking to join the team of fearless Post-it cadetes? Send a picture and your story to doll.meagan@gmail.com. Happy posting!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Fate

Hello, hello!

Did anyone notice that in my last post, I claimed to have posted two different notes, but had two pictures of the same Post-it? Well, I did. About a week later. Ooops! I truly did post two notes... And just accidentally uploaded the same one twice. Dangit!

Today, I have one note for you, and to be honest, it probably wouldn't have gone up without this irritating/annoying/drive-Meagan-crazy story...

So, currently, my family of four is sharing one car. It. Stinks. Between my busy schedule including school, sports, work, and other extra curriculars, while still trying to maintain a social life + my dad, his schedule, and my younger brother and sisters needs/wants. Aaah! Anyway, my dad's car is MIA, so he's been using mine. I normally buy gas for myself around every two weeks (sometimes I can stretch it more!), however, with this whole car-sharing idea, we whipped through gas in one week. Angry at the circumstances, I expected my dad to fill up the tank. My dad already has expressed that he would get gas tomorrow, because he needed my car for the day. Buuut, Tonight I worked and realized I couldn't find my phone when I got home. Assuming I left it, I drove back to work, which was closed at that point, to look for my phone. I had no luck finding it, but I was lucky enough to have my gas light go on, meaning that I had to fill up the car this time. I was a little frustrated (especially with gas being $3.15. Ugh.)

Has this story been enough complaining and moaning and groaning yet? Well, keep reading...

At the pump, I wrote out a lovely Post-it note. It literally changed my attitude.
YES, it was cold. And YES, I was upset about my current situation. And NO, I never found my phone at work. In fact, I ended up finding it when I returned home...

I have a good feeling about that note. I think that God would only send me out to look for a phone that was at home and to fill up a tank of gas that my dad should have filled... So that I could leave a note at that specific gas station for someone who needs it. Right? Right.

Anyhoo... I'm off to de-stress a little bit. Not sure how... But I'll figure something out!

Have a lovely week!

Meagan

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