But life is not about how many times you fall. it’s about how many times you get back up. As long as it’s one more time, you’re fine.
We tend to focus on the bad things and gloss over the good ones, because in hindsight, the happy days are so much smaller, and they never gleam as brightly in the retelling. But there are always great things in any given year, whether you thought the year was good, bad, or simply insignificant.
That unexpected day of sunshine that got you out and about. That smile from a friend when you were feeling low. The cat in someone’s yard that watched as you walked by. Ice cream. That one good book that really took you away from everything. They’re all there, and we should cherish them.
So for me the best thing about 2009? The fact that it was there. Every single day of it.