"Muscle and muse"

Usually when I post a blog, it is because I am inspired or energized by something in my life, even if it is very small. But this post is about reality. It is about accepting the way things are going to be. I am content with life's seasons because there are opportunities to uncover joy. I mean uncover joy instead of discovering joy because it takes more effort to uncover. It seems in life's monotony-when we realize that in all things, working hard is the price we pay-we are reduced to the simplest pleasures. It is beautiful and hard and weary and rewarding.
Today was normal, it wasn't too busy or too stressful but it was not unusual. That is what I am trying to find.
I woke up at 7:30, one hour later than usual. I didn't go to work at 9:00 because...
I presented my senior project proposal at my high school at 9:15. I was scheduled to present in September, but one month ago I didn't know how I was going to change the world. I met with my principal on two occasions to discuss my project. When I came in this morning she introduced me to the other member of the review committee with the kindest words I have ever received. She said that I think differently than most people, that I am a person who has the potential to change the world, and that she is excited to watch what I do. The difference was that it was genuine. I couldn't even speak in response. I want to believe that.
I didn't go to my World Literature class at 10:00 because I had already missed half of it. I hate to miss class, especially that one because I enjoy it.
I went home and worked on a college application essay for two hours. I didn't finish it.
I went to French class at 1:00. There is a boy in my class named Peter and he makes me laugh. I told him I would burn him a copy of a CD by the French rapper Yelle. I haven't given it to him yet and I jokingly told him that I barely have enough time to do everything for myself; how could he possibly expect me to do anything for anyone else? I said this jokingly, but I think it could be true. I do not feel like this is anyway to live.
I left from Clark College and drove across the river to Portland to the Portland Art Museum to complete an assignment for my art class. I got there at 3:00 and spent three hours in the museum. An art museum feels like a different world because you are surrounded by art that has a history and a life of its own.
My friend Tomera and I had plans for this evening but she canceled because she has to work early tomorrow morning. I got home at 7:30 and I realized that I could accomplish many things. I could clean my room, finish my essay, and go for a run. Instead, I took a shower and did nothing. Until 10:00 when I decided to go for a run. Then I finished my essay, which means my application will be ready to mail tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will clean my room because I went to church on Wednesday instead of endeavoring to organize the piles on my floor. My friend Tyler told me that was a good choice. I am not sure what I am choosing anymore.