Sometimes it's harder to find something good in my day. It's not that it was a bad day. It's just that nothing really happened.
I went to work. I went to the gym. I did Zumba.
I came home. Me and R made dinner. We ate dinner.
Baby girl went out for dinner with her daddy.
Me and R watched TV.
It was an ordinary day.
But there, right there is the good thing.
I had an ordinary day when nothing bad happened.
I have a job. One that I kinda like, most of the time.
I am fit and able and can afford to go to the gym.
I have food and a house and a husband who loves me enough to make dinner with me.
I have a great life.