One of the Good Days

There are always going to be good days and bad days. When you are battling an incurable, and decidedly progressive, disease, reflecting on the minutiae of each day or moment can definitely create opportunities for a bad day.

But I do not want an address in PityCity. And Baditude is a place I might visit briefly, but I refuse to live there.

I believe, for the most part, every day really boils down to what you make of it. As I try to repeat frequently, ** Attitude. Is. Everything. ** With the right attitude, like maybe maintaining the simple thought of “I’m not guaranteed tomorrow so let’s make this a good day” kind of thinking, every day can be good.

I’ve never done a Top 10 list of good days or anything like that. Maybe I should, but how do you cram 20,000 days into a list of 10 days?

I mean, the day you were born? You’d have to chalk that up as a good day. Right?

For me, I would count my wedding day as a good day. And, of course, the 10,103 days since. (had to make sure I covered those too in case Melanie reads this.) 🙂 I know it’s not that way for everyone, so I feel blessed. I’m hopeful Melanie still thinks of it as a good day as well. I’m sure there have been days where I created a whole bunch of second guessing. Probably will again tomorrow…

I’d also put the day of the birth of each of my three kids on that good day list. Yes, while they each have (frequently) given me reason to second guess that… I’ve decided to keep them (the days on the list). Wait. The kids too, I’m keeping them, too. I thought I should clarify in case they actually read this. 🙂

And now this Saturday would go on this list. Parade Day. (Well, Friday would go on the list as well, since that was the Grand Marshal reception… and free beer! – did I mention I like a good party?) 🙂

Look, I don’t expect everyone to understand. Hell, I don’t fully understand why the Parade means so much to me. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a Parade… but is it?

I’ve already referenced the concepts of family, friends, community… and a great reason to party. Maybe it’s just as simple as that. Whatever the reason, I felt incredibly blessed to have shared the day with 25,000 of my closest friends and neighbors.

The parade route may have been a little over two miles, but it felt like we only traveled two blocks. We may have surfed the crowd for an hour, but it felt like it was over as quickly as 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu.

I’m not gonna lie, as we crossed the end of the route, I found myself wondering if we high-tailed it back to the starting line could we slip back in behind the last entry, unnoticed, and do it all over again. I then realized the Parade Committee folks know me, and they likely would expect something like that from me, so we called it a day. 🙂

But what a day it was. I’m beyond blessed to have been Grand Marshal of the 2022 Hazel Dell Parade. The fact that I shared the day with you … family, friends, and neighbors, made it all the better. I can never thank you enough for that.

So yes, I’d put it on the list as One of the Good Days.

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