I like when Monday's come on Tuesday.

Filled with the feeling of accomplishment, the chalice full of bacchanalian desire.  To dream, to laugh, to experience all the joys of life.  Perhaps the coming of spring is at the root of it.  Shaking off winter's slumber from my shedding coat, the sun is up earlier each day.  Smile to greet that god of warmth, that which gives us all what we need to live as we spin throughout the frozen expanse of space.  Our existence is a perfect storm, be it constructed or happenstance, we are here, and some of us are aware enough to appreciate how delicate it truly is.  So with that I will smile more and stress less.  The minutiae of the daily grind is meaningless in the grand scheme of things.  No one will care, let alone remember if i did something exactly correct, What they will remember was how I made them feel.  As much as we want to think we're rational, "intelligent" beings, our intelligence is still so primitive.  Emotion is the reigning champion within us all.  We bow to its demands one way or another, so i will focus on feeding it positivity.  It will grow fast and strong and spread to those around me.