Day 3 of 42

What's so "Bad" about the bad days

What is a bad day anyway?
In the global sense, truly, I have had very few bad days.
As my dear friend Peta taught me - "every day can't be the worst day" and I am healthy, don't live in a war zone, can and do work, and have  family and friends to love and who love me.

And so, perspective must reign. 

My daily perspective is joy and gratitude and a sense of abundance so how does "bad" fit into that ?

Well, if I am honest, "bad" is where I am self indulgent.  It is the place in my life that is all about me-
Bad days are the days I never touch the Bible, Eat like a mowing machine without discretion or thought - and often without enjoyment - stay up too late and fall asleep in the computer chair putting my new metal neck at risk.
Bad are the times that I reflect on the fact that I have once again bitten every nail to the quick on a drive that only took ten minutes. Nail biting at 62 - what a dissapointment I am - to myself.
Bad are the days that I have bought lunch for expedience and gastronomical delight only to be left with the indigestion of a bill that can't be paid - yet.
Emma, the canine I have chosen to love, thinks a bad day is one when we haven't ventured out exploring.
Bad are the days that I go to bed wishing I had done it differently. 

39 more days to get in the habit of abstemiousness mixed with excess without regret.

Join me.  So far it's fun.

bevelry