Days I Haven't Died

I'd forgotten to write about an epiphany I had several days before this and only possessed the note I left in my iPhone to remind me to blog about it. Not only what days were lived but how more days should be lived and what you should do during those days! Now, it sounded like manic resolve to plan ahead for a better future. I remembered feeling that it was the qualities of what you'd do in those days you had lived your life that were important rather than the actual doings themselves. I started my new job and of course, just like any other place I went, found myself hit with the, "You doing okay?" question midway through the day. I knew that at that point in the day, while I'd been running on little sleep and tended to have a miserable look on my face even in the happiest of circumstances, it had to have been common courtesy. While there may have been no ill will, I still scolded myself, thus deepening the constant cold front that was my demeanor, for being so...