I feel good today. It's the first time in many days I've been able to say that. I'm recovering from bronchitis. This morning, when I woke, my husband commented that I was smiling and to my surprise I was. I woke up smiling. How often does that happen? For me, a serious non-morning type, not very. After days of feeling blech, I awoke feeling pretty darn good.
Philosphers say you cannot know joy with knowing sorrow. Perhaps you cannot know good, without knowing blech... however, I'd like to try.
All I do know, right this minute, is I feel good. I hope the same for you.