Sometimes we all have good days, someday bad days. So what is the "anatomy" of a good day for some of us, and the anatomy of a good day for the rest of us?
Just like my previous blog, just as we all have our own ways of communicating, we each have our own personal "good days". So...what's a good day for you?
I could start off on the surface by saying a good day for me would be when my hair comes out perfectly straight. Having a bad hair day can possibly ruin someones entire day. Unless you look past it to the other "good things" in your life.
Maybe a good day involves going shopping and finding that pair of jeans that fit just right, or realizing a shirt we love is finally on sale.
Or going back to one of my other blogs "That Special Song" maybe a good day involves hearing that song that always lifts our spirits, or hearing a new song on the radio that we instantly fall in love with.
Perhaps its the sun shining, seeing a friend you haven't seen in a long time, visiting relatives, spending time with family.
What about those that are less fortunate? For the beggar on the street, what's a good day for them? No rain, sunshine, friendly passersby that give a few dollars and coins. Or the homeless person wandering the streets of a city. What's a good day for him? A warm, free meal offered by a shelter, a friendly face offering hope in a bleak world, a few coins in their pocket to scrape by.
Everyone has their own version of a "good day". Perhaps it all depends on where we live, our class, our outlook on life and our personal interests.
Sometimes a good day for me can be as simple as finishing another chapter in one of my short stories, or reading a really good book, or hearing that "special song" on the radio at just at the rigt time. Other times its a drive in the country, a street lined with historic houses, a day spent around horses, getting back a Math test and finding out I did well on it. I could go deeper or barely scratch the surface. Each of us are individuals, therefore we have our own personal versions of a "good day".
Whatever that version may be, thank you for reading this and...have a good day! :)
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my mother tells the story of my first words like this: everyday she would wake me up, say "Hi!" take me to the window, and regardless of the weather would say "look, pretty day!" and hence my first words were these. I think that every day is what you make it, and I don't have time for bad days! (people call me The Eternal Optimist... I don't know why haha!)
ReplyDeleteI try to make every day a good one, taking everything with a grain of salt. You never know what is going to happen tomorrow is my theory. But what I think would make a perfect day is one that has more hours! Wouldn't it be great to have like an extra 8 hours in the day so that we could get everything accomplished that we want to in one day?! I just never seem to have enough time to do the things that I want to do, and barely have enough time to do the things that I need to do without skipping out on sleep!
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