It’s joy.

Some days might be fast, some days might be slow.

Some laughs might be loud, some laughs might be joy.

And some days, like this Friday, might be one of those “nothing special, but full of joy”. Being work productive in the morning. Going grocery shopping with mother in the middle of the day. Working around the house in the early afternoon. Having laughs and good meals with family. Spending early evening studying new topics of interest. Writing this blog while Mr. Robot on pause. Also, having a beer right now.

You know, days that are not about saving the world. Days that are not to the Moon or not amazing for someone who just traveled around the world.

Days that are about now. About family and living well. Days when you see that you matter, because your small actions bring smiles on faces of people close to you. Days when you laugh with your niece and feel like a child.

You know, days you feel yourself. Happy. Loved. Free. Rich. Healthy. Good.

Days with tweets like:

On this good day I am on a 42nd day of my 100 Days of Writing Challenge. Oh, look, 42. It must be a hidden meaning. And I know The Answer ;).