Right here, right now, I am going to show you how to never have a bad day again for the rest of your life.
It is up to you to choose to actually do it, to put this into practice, but you definitely can.
Because I have never had a bad day.
Not one. Not ever.
This isn’t because I have managed to avoid bad things happening to me. Definitely not.
Almost exactly one year ago, I was lying on my back, the asphalt from the parking lot burning me, while blood poured out of my forehead, streamed over my face, and filled up my curly hair. I didn’t know it yet, but my ankle was also broken in two places. Paramedics would soon show up and pick me up from the hot concrete, put me on a stretcher, and take me to the hospital where I got 16 stitches above my brow and a soft cast for my ankle.
That really sucked.
But it wasn’t a bad day.
Other good things happened that day. And I don’t mean the very true, but difficult to sincerely appreciate, platitudes about waking up and breathing and all that. Though those things did happen as well, and I am pretty stoked about it.
Before I did a front flip and smashed my face into the rather sturdy parking lot outside Life Saver, I’d had a rather enjoyable, productive day at work. There was a great meeting with the amazing Alan Korn in the morning, and in the afternoon I worked on an AI bot to automate Life Saver’s Facebook messages — which we still use.
And after my face exploded, people who loved and cared about me met me at the hospital. Kate Mottram brought milk from my house (without chocolate, but still). Mike made sure my Nexium got picked up. My friend Nicole, who I hadn’t seen in ages, was one of the three bizarrely gorgeous nurses who treated me. The doctor who stitched me up had a sense of humor and appreciated my jokes. When I got home, my girlfriend at the time surprised me by showing up, coddled me, and helped to get some of the blood out of my hair. The experience sucked, but was it a bad day? Not at all. Good stuff happened that I enjoyed and appreciated.
If you choose to decide that there are good, even great, moments that happen every day, and recognize those, you can then eliminate all future bad days from the rest of your life. You might have bad moments. But an entire bad day? Impossible. How can the whole day be bad when these other good things happened?
And once you have eliminated bad days, congratulations. You are now free from bad weeks, bad months, and especially bad years. If there is something good in each day, how in Thor’s name can a whole YEAR be bad?! The entire concept just seems so foreign to me. And there is no reason it can’t be foreign to you as well. It just takes a small change in the way you think and talk, a change to the story you tell yourself about your life. I’ve never had a bad day because I am the only person who gets to judge my days, and that was the decision I made.
You can, too.
Welcome to the #nobaddays club.
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