Have you ever had a real bad day? I’m talking real bad.
So bad that you found yourself staring at a kitchen tile, thinking, yearning, craving one happy thought.
You looked deeply into your dog’s big brown eyes and said, God, please. I’m out of creativity. I need something happy. The birds sing beautiful melodies in a tree outside as the leaves dance and swirl in the wind like in Pocahontas and you pray. Give me one thing. One tiny thing to make me smile.
Off the top of my head, here are twelve things.