A pocket full of sunshine

I had a really happy day. One of those days where everything feels settled.

It was raining when I woke up, a quiet kind of morning but by the time I left for work, the sky had cleared. I took a slow walk, listening to the birds and taking in the beautiful view. On my way to work, I read a really good piece of fan fiction. Later, I had a great conversation with a colleague before settling into work. Work felt the same, easy. The whole day moved without urgency, without demand. In the evening, a friend dropped me off at home. I eased into the night calmly, humming to myself and somewhere in between, I even had a loud impromptu concert.

Yes, one of those days.

The kind of happiness that threads itself through everything. The kind that has you singing at work, turning your living room into a stage and makes ordinary moments feel like they are more. The kind of happiness that feels full, quiet and present.

It was definitely one of those days.

I have been known to overthink days like this. Not because I want to, but because I know how feelings shift, how nothing holds forever. My mind drifts; it’s like there’s a part of me that thinks the happier I am, the harder the drop will be. But the reality is, when I’m having a bad day, I don’t do the same in reverse. Instead, I stay in the present, unable to anticipate the good days around the corner. The harsh truth: a bad day will come whether or not I let myself enjoy a good one. Remembering that has helped me stay present.

I can say I had a really good day, I enjoyed it without reaching ahead or pulling away. I let the day be the day. I woke up on the right side of the bed. Maybe it helped that I’m in my follicular phase. Maybe it didn’t. Either way, my energy was high and I felt light in myself. Nothing particularly big or remarkable happened, and still, it was a good day.

And that felt worth bookmarking.