One of the many things I love about my mother is that a few years ago, when I was going through a particularly rough time at school, she stopped saying "Have a good day" to me whenever we talked. She knew that I'd always say dully, "I'll try" or that the cynic in me would spit out "I probably won't" before I could stop it. So she started telling me simply, "Have a day," because no matter what, I always would. Whether it was a good day or a bad day, it would be a day.

I had a day today.