Before I got to see any of beautiful Lake Tahoe, one of my backseat windows shattered while I was driving on the highway. We're not really sure what happened, but a lot of big trucks were driving by really quickly so I think a rock must have randomly shot out from underneath one of the trucks and hit the window. Luckily, my friend who was sitting there was asleep, facing away, and had his hood on. There was glass all over him but no one got hurt and we eventually made it up to Tahoe with our make-shift duct tape window. (After stopping and vacuuming all of the broken glass).
Needless to say, the weekend wasn't off to the best start. I was upset (from an accumulation of things) for most of Friday and come Saturday I was determined that Lake Tahoe and I were destined to never get along. I called my sister and she encouraged me to make the most of the rest of my weekend. Being the pessimist that I am, I was doubtful of any salvaging, but decided to at least give it a try.
Saturday was wonderful-- and not only because I made the effort to look beyond my self-pitying attitude. Even though I was disappointed that I hardly saw my roommates, the people I did spend time with made everything so much better. Once I realized this, everything just felt right. I was even able to make a little trip to see my family since we got back so early. Family always makes things better. Who knows? Maybe I'm taking baby steps toward becoming an optimist.