Today was, well, just a day.
I walked with a friend for an hour this morning. (Therapy, first thing.)
I did too many loads of laundry to count.
I cleaned my oven. (You know you want my life.)
I baked cookies for Teacher Appreciation Day tomorrow.
I ran Julia all over Kingdom Come.
I loaned my van to a college student friend so he could move some furniture.
And I sat glued to the T.V. for the Benghazi hearings. (C-SPAN3 = Channel 105.)
It was just an ordinary day. Only it wasn’t so ordinary because it was MY day. A day I kind of liked. A day that made me happy and brought me joy (quite possibly a direct result of knowing we would be eating leftover hot dogs for dinner).
Yesterday Julia got into the car after school and, after I asked how her day was (this was at 4:20 in the afternoon, after a full day of school and play practice, while on her way to driver's ed--the poor girl hadn't been home since 7:00 a.m.!), replied, “Great! I had a great day.”
So I followed up: “What made it a great day?”
And she said (this is the part I love), “I don’t know. It was just a day, but I’m happy.”
Just a day, but I’m happy.
What if we took all the average, ordinary, cleaning-my-oven kind of days and turned them great only by changing our outlook?
What would happen then?