We had a good day yesterday. It wasn’t really anything we did, but the day was calm and comfortable. There were a few chores I needed to get through and my husband helped when he could. His exercise class was a stretching class that he was able to do on his own, so I sat it out and did other things. It was a day when we simply existed, and life was as close to normal as it gets. I like those kinds of days.

We have plenty of the other types of days when things just don’t seem to be working. It may be that one or the other of us is having a “low-energy” day and I can’t get motivated or motivate my husband. Or it may be one of those busy days when I don’t seem to be able to get anything done because something else is always calling my name. And, of course, there are the days when something unexpected happens, like my husband taking a fall, and we have to deal with the ramifications of that. But yesterday, none of those things applied and it felt good.

The bad days demand my attention and so I don’t always take the time to recognize when the good days are happening. My body tends to be on alert all the time expecting something to occur and when I can actually let go of that, it feels great. I always have to be present and maintain an awareness of what is going on around me, but on the good days it is a more relaxed consciousness as opposed to the vigilance I sometimes feel. Yesterday was good, who knows what today will be like, but I know I will make it through regardless because there are still good days ahead.