There are “good” days, and there are “bad” days.
It seems to me that we humans tend to define a “good” day as: day in which life proceeds as I’d prefer.
It seems to me that we humans tend to define a “bad” day as: day in which life does not proceed as I’d prefer.
Maybe in my today, life has proceeded as I’d prefer.
But in your today, life has proceeded straight into a pile of crap.
I’d call today “good.” But you would call today “bad.”
And we would both be right.
Considering this, I posit that there’s no such thing as a good day or bad day.
All there is is a day.
And what we choose to do with it.
Today, not all of life proceeded quite how I’d prefer.
Some of the Not-Like-I’d-Prefer was emotionally draining.
Someone might choose to dwell on this tiredness and, as a result, call today a “bad” day.
Me, I choose to dwell on the overwhelming beauty of witnessing a whole kaboodle of other people choosing to do something good with today.
Even though not every moment of today was easy, I feel like I, too, did something good with today.
It’s been a hard day.
But it’s been a really good one.