Last week I left therapy and felt better than I have in a very long time. More in that later. I’d finished homework for therapy (yes, you get homework) the day before and I felt like I could breathe deeply. I could soak it all in and let go. After therapy I smiled so much I felt my cheeks might hurt. I smiled through the grocery store, I bought a Halloween headband made of roses, and I bought orange roses. I said pleasantries and I meant them. I took a selfie and posted it to Facebook with this caption: it’s a good day to do good.
Today I read this:
How great is that? It’s a good day to do good.
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