It was an evening where I sat down at the end of the day. I had the laptop open and was doing some stuff for work in the living room on the bar, my girlfriend walked through the room smiling and the early evening sun was shining in.
“Today was a good day”, I said out loud.
To wonder, the next moment, what is a good day? When is a day a good day? What defines a good day? Why does this feel like a good day? And why do some days (or many) not feel like a good day?
I don’t have the answer. There’s no one size fits all answer, but I have found that this may be a definition.
Today I was able to bring the best version of myself. I enjoyed breathing, living, and everything that life brought. Good and bad. Beautiful and ugly. Pain and joy. I related to everything that crossed my path, knowing that I am empowered to handle it. I took the time to exert and relax my body and my thoughts. I invested my energy in growth and progress and I am as grateful for failing and learning as I am for succeeding and winning. I was honest with myself and others. What I am and what I have now in this very moment is enough, it gives me an eternal feeling of freedom and fulfillment.