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Good Days

Sometimes a good day is getting the competitive job, finding a deluxe living arrangement for a killer price, or taking a sweet vacation.
But most of my good days include the simple joys of life.
A good day is waking up without worrying where my next meal will come from,
Or the meal after that.
A good day is bathing in a warm shower in a home that doesn’t drop below 67 degrees Fahrenheit.
A good day includes an attentive phone call from my husband
And a string of slobbery open-mouth kisses from my toddler.
A good day is a text conversation and/or video chat with my parents.
A good day includes quilting or brunching or walking or Marco-polo-ing with dear friends.
A good day is energy and health enough to care for myself and my little one,
And legs that can walk,
And lungs that breathe,
And eyes that see the glorious world around me.
So really, although there’s disappointment and drain and pain and humdrum
Of course
I can’t deny
That most days
Are good ones.
Thank you, God.

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