The world’s a mess. Wars are raging, our planet is burning, and a tornado ripped through Nashville and killed six and injured two dozen people. In what universe is every day a good day? You might ask.
Not in Nashville, you say, or not in Israel or Palestine, or anywhere people are suffering. You might think I’m a delusional granola-crunching silver-lining Pollyanna even to say such a thing.
Go ahead and label me as you like, but I’m still convinced that every day is a good day. I hope to convince you.
I have always been an optimist. Whether it was my upbringing, my life experience, or my karma, I don’t know. I spent my first 10 years in Oklahoma, “Where the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye.” Maybe that’s it.