I think grief changed my scale for what counts as a bad day. A bad day used to mean inconvenience, conflict, maybe stress. Now a bad day can mean I did everything correctly and still got emotionally clotheslined by a smell, a date, a song, a question from a child, and the silence after 10 p.m. Different sport entirely.
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