‘How Was Your Day?’ = How Did You Look at Your Day?
Happiness is a state of mind, so happiness merely lives a thought away
I. Look — Your Day
Last week a snowstorm hit the Big Apple. And it was cold. I mean really cold. I mean so cold, heck, I could’ve sworn I saw Superman call an Uber.
My mother FaceTimed me. “Son, I know the weather’s been brutal up there,” she said. “How was your day?”
I held up a finger and closed my eyes, briefly pausing for reflection. I then told Mama how I love writing in New York City when snow falls.
I then told Mama how, given that I’m a February baby, I love winter — the very spring of genius.
I then told Mama how I love Old Man Winter’s knack for convincing the City That Never Sleeps to, um, occasionally sleep in heavenly peace.
“That’s my son for you!” She clapped and laughed. “Always looking on the bright side.”
Always…
Whenever someone asks me, “How was your day?” I always translate the question into, “How did you look at your day?” And since it’s “my” day, after all, I figure — might as well choose to look on life’s sunny side.
