There is good here

Yesterday, when I was driving, I heard these words:  there is good here.

And I was having sort of a bad day.

Thinking there is good here feels like a gentler Pollyanna.

Mark has been sick for a few days.  Throwing up and feeling awful.  Did he get accidental gluten?  Is something else going on?  He gets so discouraged about his health and I feel helpless in the face of it.  

There is good here.  I'm glad he's home right now and I'm glad that we can try to help him.

Most days I come home from school feeling defeated.  Yesterday was like that.  

There is good here.  I have the backbone (delusion?) to keep going back.  Things are a hot mess, but I am improving all the time.  My capacity is increasing.  This class would have annihilated my 22 year old self when I started teaching.

There is other good here.  After school yesterday I talked to the birthday boy and walked with Clarissa so between the two, I got a double dose of sunshine.  Before bed Adam read to me and finished the book, The Man Who Died Twice.  It was such a delight!  Adam's reading has a very soporific effect on me and I could only last for a few pages each night so it took us a long time to read even though we loved it.  It was a great book to savor though.  It felt like having a perfect small square of chocolate every night.

There is good here.