Every day is a good day.



I stumbled upon this photo that I must have saved at some point last year. Granted that it is past New Year’s and I only plan to do this for the semester, but today I began by writing down 15 good things that have happened since the first of the month.

As I began to prepare the rest of the pieces of paper, I asked myself what the purpose of this was. At first I answered with the idea that it would be a reminder of a good thing that happened that day or a means to have something to look back on when it’s all said and done. But then I realized that I might have a really exceptional day and have more than one thing to say. And, as weird as it seems, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back and read everything because I enjoy the genuine nature of simply remembering some things and forgetting others. So here was my conclusion:

Every night, I will write down all of the good things that happened that day, so I never go to bed feeling like I had a bad day. Then, as I put it in the jar, I can say a prayer of thanks for all of the blessings of my day. At the end of the semester I can simply appreciate that I have had so many good days, and the ones that are meant to stick will still be in my memory.

Sometimes we let the bad things overrun our days, especially when things don’t go according to plan. But if you’re focusing on the long check out lines or how you didn’t dress for the weather, you might miss the fact that seeing your friend at Walmart was exactly what you needed or how the sun is shining for the first time in a week. Really, every day is a good day if you let it be.


Under the Influence


Among the things I do not understand in life is this:

People seem find it necessary to consume alcohol (and/or drugs) in order to have a good time.

I am no saint, no perfect person at all, but I can honestly say I’ve never drank more alcohol than bitter Communion wine. I’m not writing this to lecture alcohol consumption, but I’m writing this to express my confusion about alcohol consumption.

  • I can understand why people drink when they’re upset.
  • I can understand why people drink in casual social settings, a glass or two or maybe three.
  • I can understand why people drink to celebrate events.
  • I cannot understand why people drink way to much on a regular basis in order to have a “good time.”

Call me crazy, call me idealistic, but I have no problem having the time of my life without being under the influence. Tonight, for example, my friends and I had a giant can of diced tomatoes that were going to go to waste, so we put our hands into the can, just to see what it felt like. It felt super awesome. Then I had the idea to take a handful and throw it into the lawn. We didn’t do any harm and we didn’t consume any illegal substances. We did throw diced tomatoes into a lawn. And it was surprisingly exhilarating. You should try it sometime.

That example may have been poor, but I feel that as human beings we are more than capable of having crazy good times full of laughter and surprises without altering our brain capacities and motor functions with alcohol. I’m sure many people would disagree, especially the abundance of fellow classmates who think that partying is the only way to spend a Friday, Saturday, or really any night.

But if you have the right friends, you have plenty of entertainment and fun right within yourselves. Take advantage of it. Be under the influence of your own laughter and imagination.