Today was a good day.
I exercised today for the third day in a row. I finished the kids’ homework and signed behavior charts as soon as I got home. I read books with Mya and Jimmie. I picked up donuts on my way to school for my class. I did not have to rush to get in the building on time to sign in for work.
Today was a good day.
I did not scream at the kids. My head was not pounding. I did not obsess over all the things I left undone. I was not sick and tired of being sick and tired. The dogs were fed and walked. I took my vitamins. My students learned. I turned in paperwork to all the right people and followed up on emails.
Today was a good day…and so was yesterday.
Yesterday, I rejoiced with a co-worker as she decided she was going to love her hair. Yesterday we stopped for frosties because all the kids stayed on green. Yesterday, my sister reveled in the success of her latest business endeavors on her birthday. We marveled together at the goodness of God. Yesterday I practiced an attitude of gratitude. Yesterday, I looked back and took time to absorb how far I’ve come.
Yesterday was a good day.
Yesterday I decided that it was time for me to begin to celebrate the good days. Yesterday I made a decision that I would document the days that life made me smile…that God took the time out to shoot me a smile. Because I realized yesterday as I searched through my photos to pick out the perfect one for my sister’s perfect birthday post that some of the most beautiful photos I have ever taken have come as a result of the most devastating moments of my life.
We took this one on the day of the memorial service of my 25-year old sister’s death:
We took this one at my uncle’s funeral who died of a sudden cardiac arrest before anyone had the chance to get ready:
These were some of the most beautiful pictures of my life. These were some of the most beautiful moments of my life – documented permanently. These were my silver linings in dark clouds. When I think of these moments, I smile through tears…
Yesterday, I noticed that even my bad days had good moments…that even my bad days could be mistaken for good days. Yesterday, I began to see that some of my toughest years had tender spots of goodness and light. Yesterday, I resolved that if I can document light in darkness then I can certainly document light in light.
So I thought I would share for everyone who could use a good day that yesterday was a good day, and today was a good day.
We could all stand to appreciate a good day for what it is. And even if the day was not good, we must learn to celebrate the small stuff. We must celebrate the moments of light because life is largely composed of moments we never want to forget, points in time that make us look back and smile, that make us look up and smile…because God looked down and smiled.
Learn to love a good day. Learn to relish a good day or maybe just a good moment. Document it. Hold on to it. Fine tune that attitude of gratitude.
Because if the pattern continues, if yesterday was a good day, and today was a good day, then tomorrow will be a good day.
And even if tomorrow holds more pain than promise, it still hold small stuff…ordinary glimmers of light with extraordinary impact. Tomorrow is worth celebrating!
How do you develop your own attitude of gratitude?
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