What classifies a "good day"?
Working hard?
"Winning"?
I'd like to think it's contentment. That it's a balance of getting what you deserve and being ok with that. To not giving up, but giving in. Willingly. Gracefully.
That it's the simple things which we can interpret to be the bigger things. To see them in the light they were intended for. That a boring day can be a good day, because the air smelled like pine and roses. Because the morning fog was eerie. And the afternoon light was the color of honey.
A wise person once told me... "Age realigns priorities like that."
