A cure for bad days: how I’m living my worst life the best that I can

After my husband died, a silly catchphrase became a lifeline for me. Instead of wishing for a reality I couldn’t have, I embraced the circumstances I was dealt

It’s been gloomy in Atlanta lately, unrelentingly rainy and unseasonably warm. Each day is gray, gray, gray – both weather- and mood-wise.

Recently, I found myself exhausted by the idea of one more day stuck inside with our 14-month-old daughter. Like me – and, presumably, every human being – her mood is greatly improved after spending time outdoors. And on this particular day, I wasn’t going to let the rain stop us.

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