Friday, January 16, 2015

On a good day

‎As Friday winds down and the work week ‎gives way to the first giddy moments of the weekend, I find myself sitting in my car getting ready to head home.

As I turn the key and my trusty little vehicle - her name is Henrietta - comes to life, the cabin fills with a familiar and comforting tune. I glance down at the display and realize the irony of the song title. It was indeed a good day. Come to think of it, it was an entire week of good days.

Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.

Your turn: Was it a good day for you, too? What made it so?

1 comment:

Tabor said...

When you are an elder, every day is a good day because you come to the realization that these days are most certainly numbered.