What makes a good day? Or a bad one for that matter? The answer varies with each person. For most of us waking up in the morning, just being alive makes a good day. Having loved ones whom you love and who love you in return makes it a good day.
I'm compelled to be productive, so I must do something beneficial. Often that means benefiting someone else, someone besides myself. It does also include something for myself or at least something that I value as important.
Today was a good day.
I like waking early and so I did today, about 6:20AM. It was overcast expecting some baby needed rain. Before 8:00 I have read and answered my emails-very few today-and had a breakfast with fiber and fruit-cold cereal, and I was on my way to mow Sarah's pasture. All went well including seeing Sarah, one of her delightful little puppies and serving as a scratching post for one of the four horses. By 9:30 I was done and home, with a plan to mow some of our pasture but also to clean up around the trees in the pastures. I have never really cleaned up this area, I merely mow the tall grass to help with wildfire prevention.
This also goes well. I get lots of exercise, stretching, walking, lifting by moving broken down branches and cleaning up weeds. Gail joins me after lunch which makes the day nearly perfect. About 5:00PM a light mist starts and I do small tasks cleaning around the yard. By six I'm on the computer labeling pictures and writing emails. Now after a small glass of red wine to help the blood flow and a light supper, I ready to sleep. And so I will.
Good night after a good day.
