The Best Day?

How can one judge when it's the best day ever? Can I be happy when others are not? Surely, there are days like yesterday where others felt it was a great day, and I was just not feeling it. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great. Shouldn't the absence of bad things constitute for good? It certainly doesn't work that way, but I don't know if it should. Some days are just bound for apathy.

"Bound." How much depends on the events that take place, and how much really depends on our attitudes? I used to say attitude was everything, but what about those positive people who crumple and cry after the most taxing day or the depressing people who smile and skip on the most beautiful of days? I'm not a terribly positive person as I once was, but I was happy today, when my more recent self would've probably been indifferent.

I made Isaac's birthday present. I listened to music and wrote in the drum major journal during Latin. I addressed the principal about a crappy and outdated pamphlet, and it didn't turn out disastrous. I played a board game with Logan, Gage, Marty, Drew, and Jace in financial lit. I sat in Taylie's yard and talked with her and Tony for an hour. I wore an outfit that matched in every detail and aspect. I am full of anticipation for St. George. I am about to read my psychology textbook and make shirts for my room. I am happy.

It certainly seems I was only blessed with a sunny sky and a pile of grass to pull up or hands stained with paint or a principal who humors me. I don't feel like I woke up this morning with the decision to be happy and then reaped the benefits of doing so.

I just had a good day, and I am grateful.