Days usually aren’t “all bad” or “all good.”
There are little pockets of both in each day. And like a nifty dress, there might even be a surprise pocket now and then. As if, on your worst day, you put your hands on your hips to say “that’s it, I am done with this filth” and LO AND BEHOLD. There are pockets tucked into the folds of the skirt, ready to hold your hands and say “it’s not all bad today.” Be grateful for these.
Some days, though, you’ll pull on The World’s Best Denim™ that make you feel sexy and full of movement like a bluejean sprite. But then you catch a glimpse of your ass on the way out the door. “WHAT is that?” You’ll exclaim when you see the pockets bunched up on your booty, making your butt look like crumpled-up burrito foil. These are the bad pockets. Be grateful for these, too, and then get your crumply butt to a tailor and cut them out. Resume your flow.
If you woke up today feeling really good or really crummy, know that there will be pockets. Planned ones, fake ones, useful ones, extra ones, and deep ones that turn out to be holes (get your hands out of your pants for godsakes).
Look for them. Make them if you can. Ask someone else to tell you about theirs. Those pockets, good or bad, will hold your hands when no one else will.
And who knows? Maybe you’ll find some change in them, too.
Next Steps: Drink a glass of water, listen to this song, and look at the sky wistfully.