Sometimes, on a good day, I wonder how I could ever be depressed. On those days I want to praise everything. I am extra conscious of how I walk, how my food tastes, how I should colour co-ordinate my nail-polish with my scarf, how nice it is to have rain on a humid day, how fortunate I am to live in an area with quiet tree-lined streets...it is easy to make up reasons to smile when it is a good day.
I have found that Mondays are usually good days.
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