One of those days...but in a good way

It is often said that F Scott Fitzgerald was blessed with the ability to write beautifully but cursed with a lack of material to write about.

I had a great day, and not for any particular reason; it was just one of those days. I met with my rabbi in the morning, and we debated and talked, and had a good time. (Did you realize that when you chant the Shema, it's a 3/4 waltz?)

I did most of my packiing for Israel, and am almost ready to go. I'm going to my dorm tomorrow to unpack all of my school stuff so I can go straight back to my dorm after the trip.

But, aside from all of this, I just had a really good day. I don't even know exactly why, I just have one of those good feelings right now. But, unlike Fitzgerald, I don't have the writing ability. Don't get me wrong, I consider myself to be a good writer, but with the way I feel right now, I feel like I could fill a novel. However, the operative word here is "could."

I wish I had a canvas right now. Even though I don't "know how to paint," I could at least express myself in it.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to keep my happiness to myself for now.