“Have a good day!” “How was your day?” “Hi, how are you doing?” “Did you have a good day?”
What is good? What’s going on in your life when you’re pretty sure it will be a good day? How might a day unfold that results in you considering it a good day?
For me, personally, a “good” day used to be one where I had a positive experience with a customer, no big problems at home or work, and actually had a dinner plan with all necessary ingredients.
Currently, I’m home alone most of the time and, many days, fibromyalgia leaves me pretty much debilitated by pain, vertigo, fatigue, brain fog, and/or terrible headaches along with depression and anxiety.
How do I have a good day? What makes up a good day now?
I need a different meaning of ‘good’ for me. For a while, how my day went depended on how bad symptoms were. I don’t want that to be the focus. It definitely can’t be based on where I went, what I did, or with whom I’ve interacted. It’s hard enough to accept the physical toll required just for life’s regular bumps and bruises, slips and trips, without having to come to terms with chronic illness and pain. That is the task at hand for me, accept my circumstances and see things with a new perspective. I’ll be recalibrating what a ‘good day’ is for me. My purpose hasn’t changed; I will continue to weave love and compassion into the fabric of life. Just need to figure out how to do that from here.