Every now and then I write words that are not for anyone else. On very rare occasions, I share them anyway. This is one such occasion.
Today was a bad day
Not because it was Monday,
I love Mondays
Not because of my early alarm
I love mornings
Not because of work
I love my job
Nothing happened
Nothing was said
But I felt it just the same:
A bad day.
I turned it around,
I made it better.
Walked into the unfamiliar
Nervous, anxious, just the same,
But in the end,
It was a good day.
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