BEST DAY EVER
Choosing Joy Is a Power Move
Alright folks, time to slam the brakes, hang a hard LEFT, and say peace out to the SAD SACK, also known as the HUMAN POUND PUPPY.
It is time to yank the steering wheel RIGHT and crash headfirst into the sun-drenched, confetti-filled opposite of all that sulking.
Yeah, I know—whiplash, right? But seriously, ENOUGH ALREADY with the sad violins.
Let me tell you about a friend of mine (and don’t we all need someone like this in our lives?). Doesn’t matter when, where, or if a tornado just blew her hat away — it is always, without fail, the BEST. DAY. EVER.
There were six of us on a cruise (think fancy sea hobos), and we found ourselves in a local “cultural center” (read: bar).
We decided to enjoy the beauty of the day and sit outside, and after several rounds my friend took one look around and joyfully declared it: THE BEST DAY EVER.
A few weeks later, this same radiant, loosely bound friend gave me a framed photo of that very moment.
This masterpiece now sits proudly in my living room. A constant, glittering shrine to optimism… and occasionally poor (but fun) decisions.
Here’s the kicker.
That quirky little frame? It is a powerful reminder. A bold, joyful rebellion against the soul-sucking forces of adulthood and existential angst.
Because sometimes, choosing joy is the most defiant thing we can do.
Even if life is currently handing you lemons, limes, or a bag of mystery produce, you can still raise a glass and shout, “Margaritas anyone?”
Even when the clouds roll in and it feels like life is personally picking on you, that “BEST DAY EVER” mindset is a glittery lighthouse in the fog.
It screams, I see you, chaos, but I choose wonder. I choose the absurd. I choose joy!
So yeah, the sun might be hiding and the air might smell like wet pavement, but you are still here. Breathing. Blinking. Being.
And that’s something. Actually, it’s everything.
So, if you’re out there scrolling, doom-diving into a black hole of direness and your face starts freezing into a permanent frown:
Pause. Scroll back. Reread this. And remember:
It is the BEST DAY EVER, dammit!
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Hahaha this is a hoot & a reminder ….IT IS THE BEST DAY EVER ….heres my story ….Friday I felt as if I’d hit the bottom with STUFF …my sweet friend Lois called & Said let’s go to dinner …I needed a break …so away we went to Longhorn …as we were pulling into the parking lot this MAN was packing his CORVETTE….we watch him back in then pull forward then back up again until he was perfectly in between the lines …as we were waiting on the hostess to return to her station THE MAN came in …as we were standing there I heard him say 5’ 2” so as I turned around I realized he was talking to ME ….i smiled & said nope 5’1” we chatted for a minute then was seated ….he went the opposite direction & we sat at the BAR ….i truly wasn’t very hungry nor was Lois so we ordered a baked potato & salad but had that MARGARITA….a little while later the waitress came by & said YOUR CHECK HAS BEEN PAID BY AN ANONYMOUS MAN ….well that made my day ….a true MARGARITA day …even as old ladies WE STILL HAVE IT 😀
EXACTLY! Byron is in town & he and I had this same conversation last night. Right now I’m getting more lemons than I’d like BUT I’m with you. Let’s have a margarita!!