I’ve been trying, lately, to rate each day when it’s over. (So far, I haven’t managed a single day over 6/10.) And I’ve learned something about myself.
I am incapable of being objective. No matter how hard a day has been, a single happy event at the end of it will push my ratings up dramatically, and vice verse.
What matters, at the end of each day, is the taste it leaves in my mouth.
Yesterday was zingy. Like chocolate with crackly bits in it. Or like a fizzy, citrus-y energy drink.
Today tastes like lemon tea.
I’m happy with both.
Someday again, whole days and weeks will begin to taste good.
And when that begins to happen, I’ll know that I’m alright.