For the past few days, I've had 42 cents in my pocket. At first I thought it was neat. I bought something that ended in 58 cents, so I got 42 back. I felt a little better about the day ... (this was before the recent funk episode). Then the day got worse. I survived and kept the 42 cents in my pocket for the next day.
The next day started out with a dime getting thrown into the mix. 52 cents. Not as good ... somehow 'bad' so I gave the dime to Mike when I got to the office. He seemed happy to have a random dime, and I had 42 cents again.
Today will be my last day of having carried 42 cents in my pocket. My days have been neither good nor bad with the 42 cents. I would rather have good days and bad days than "meh" days and "less-meh" days.
Also,
I feel loved now. Thank you all :)