Some days you trip on literally every bump along the way.
Some days you spill ketchup on your brand new shirt.
Some days your entire body seems to fare pretty well in the chilly weather--all except for your right big toe.
Some days you get really excited to eat sour candy. So excited that, as you attempt to gently sprinkle the remaining powder into your tongue, you actually dump half of the remaining contents under your tongue and experience such a powerful sour taste that you can't help but sit in the back seat of the car and weep.
Some days, after it all, your favorite jeans in the whole entire world rip in an unforgivable place as you flop onto your bed.
And all you can think about is how grateful you are that it happened in your room and not where you had been all day long--in the overcrowded streets of New York City.
My days are filled with tender mercies.