Bad days aren’t easy, either.

Last week, I talked about having “good” days and “bad” days and what those qualifiers might mean when applied to our concept of “day.”

Well, by most people’s standards, my last 29 hours probably deserve the designation of “bad day.” Although it’s over now and I am emotionally okay about it, I certainly wouldn’t enjoy repeating the sequence of events that started this “day” (i.e. 29-hour period) off as “bad.”

Come back tomorrow, and I’ll tell you about it.

Oh, and lest anyone panic: The baby is just fine. : )

Good days aren’t easy.

So.

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.

So.

It’s been a hard day.

But it’s been a really good one.