My “blogalicious” journey seeking answers to my life’s question of “what makes a good day”?
Where does the time go when you’re older? Why does it stand still when you’re young? Questions I cannot answer, but only write about here.
What makes a good day? For me, now, in 2021, it’s to feel fulfilled through my family, friends, and my writing and drawing. I need all of them in one day to feel alive, optimistic, and full of joy and wonder.
When my alarm sang this morning, I got dressed quickly and hopped on the family Peloton by 7:40 AM. I prefer to exercise at dawn as it gets my mind and body moving to start the day. At the same time, I also tackle one of the more energy-intensive tasks I have on my...
Searching for what makes a good day (for me) is my ongoing journey. The fact that I am asking this question means that I clearly feel unfilled and furthermore do not believe I am living the best life I can or should. As I try to unearth answers, I instead come to the conclusion that no solution on its own seems to be good enough. One event can make a good day indeed, but I’m sure that is not what I’m looking for in an answer.
One thing I have been thinking about while jogging through my town is the vision I’ve had since a kid of what it means to live “the good life”. That mental picture is of a two-story log home nestled in the woods. The house has a big front porch and is protected by a fence in the back. However, the house is not so far away from civilization that one can’t pop over to a coffee shop or get your daughter to school relatively fast.
I wrote this piece one summer morning while sitting outside. As I started to eat my Kaffegraut (Norweigan Semolina Porridge) I had the sudden realization that despite my existential questions, I had a good life. It was a great moment in an otherwise completely usual...