Sometimes it seems we have good days, bad days, fantastic days, terrible days, wasted days, and days that defy definition.  Yesterday was one of those odd combination days.  It was a good day because I had the day off and the opportunity to get a lot accomplished.  It was a wasted day because I got very little done and what was done was probably not the priority.  Then, the day seemed to become even more of a waste as I was so tired, an extended nap encompassed the greater part of my day.  Finally, the day ended as a bad day as family relations turned tense, unpleasant words were exchanged, and then silence without resolution ensued.  I guess it was just one of those days!

But, stepping back, it was actually a good day.  So what if it didn’t flow the way I would have wanted it to?  Those dearest to me and I am alive.  We have our health.  The refrigerator is filled with leftovers from Thanksgiving Day.  We have a roof over our heads and enough money to pay our bills.  Our family spats will be resolved because we love each other even if we don’t always see eye-to-eye or we react inappropriately based on our own issues – whatever those may be.

Often we think to have a good, or especially a fantastic, day it must approach perfection.  But, little is perfect in life as we all chase our own idea of perfection.  What is perfect is that each day is an opportunity to move forward, to take another step toward our destiny, to refine our abilities to love and be useful human beings.  None of us can be at our absolute best every day.  Just as a child will run, stumble, fall, perhaps scrape a knee; the key is to clean it up, patch it up, and run another day.  So, I’m brushing off my pants today and looking forward to getting a little more done than I did yesterday – today will be another good day.