Good days and bad days

This morning I woke up in a pretty foul mood. I think part of it was that I was tired, but also part of it was just thinking about how I'd have good days and bad days, and I wondered how many good days I had ahead of me.

(I also woke up with a headache and allergies, so that also was part of it, but bear with me).

Thing is, it's a false dichotomy. Days are neither "good" or "bad", and a "good" day can turn into a "bad" day on a dime. I can start the day in a foul mood and then come out the other side thinking that today wasn't all bad. It's not a given that each day has to play out one way or another.

Today I woke up in a foul mood. Now I'm feeling a lot better and more sure of myself.

Days. Good or bad they're what you make of them.