Do you remember in the movie City Slickers when the men on the cattle drive discussed their best and worst days? I was thinking of that this weekend, when my house was full-to-bursting with my favorite people.
My best days are all the ones when I see those favorite people and they are healthy and happy. It sounds—and is, I guess—pretty sappy, but there’s nothing like dancing in the kitchen with your grandkids. Then there was the day a few months back that I got two emails within minutes of each other—one an offer from Carina for Jar of Dreams and the other a question that resulted in the sale of A Soft Place to Fall to Harbourlight Books. I talked to all those favorite people AND had a couple of dreams come true within an hour, so maybe that was the best day.
It’s just as difficult to choose my worst day. There have been losses and hurts and frightened times, but it’s hard to think of them as “worst”—they are more like days of survival and they come to all of us.
This has been a rambling sort of non-post, and I apologize for that, but what about you? What’s been your best day, and, if sharing it isn’t too painful, your worst?