If the past year has taught me anything, it's that as long as you're healthy, you can't have too bad a day.

In the last year, my aunt always had a positive outlook.  I doubt any stranger would have guessed that she was in pain and dying.  She wanted to live her normal life freely, up until the very end.

Seeing her ambition left me embarrassed.  I've promised myself to never let myself have a "bad day" again.  Every day is a good day, and any day I waste is an insult to her.  She treasured every day she had, and desperately wanted more of them.

No more bad days for me.