Yesterday was a good day. Which made me begin to wonder what makes a good day.
If I were to melt down all the elements of a good day, would it separate into good things and bad things, with more good than bad? Because, well, it doesn’t seem to matter so much what happens as my mood when it happens.
If I’m down, everything pulls me down. Whatever I try, be it shopping or chocolate or reading, the down stays.
If I’m up, then even sleep deprivations, expensive car repairs due to the incompetence/neglect of the dealer, and an ill-fitting leather jacket that must needs be returned won’t bring me down.
Of course, sushi will always switch a down to an up.
Not really interesting, me pointing out that attitude is everything, but I think it’s a misconception that positive attitudes can be forced. I don’t decide my ups or downs. I just ride them, trying to maintain an even keel as well as I can.