On my good days, I truly believe this.
On days like today ... nothing particularly standing out as good or awful, but busy with normal stuff ... I get to the end of the day and think,
"Yeah. Happiness. Joy. Good work. Deeds well done. Zesty creativity. It's all good. But I'm too pooped to enjoy it right now. Let me sleep on it. I'll show some exuberance tomorrow. Promise."
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