Ideally, every day would be a good day. But everyone knows we don't live in a world like that. Some days just aren't good, at least they don't seem to be in the moment. They have their sadnesses or their confusions or their annoyances, and no matter how hard we seek it, relief is slow in coming.
I learned yesterday that even those days have worth. They might even have joy. Mine did. I had to look for it later, but it was there all the same.
I found it in the little things. . . ...continue reading