The best day you had last year was probably a Tuesday. Nothing happened on it. You remember it anyway: the light at the kitchen table, somebody's hand on your back, the ten minutes between finishing the work and starting the next thing.

We are trained to wait for the big days. The promotion, the trip, the proposal. They are rare, they are expensive, and they are often slightly disappointing, because you spent so long imagining them.

Tuesdays are every week. Hot coffee. A text from someone who was thinking of you. The right song coming on in the shop. Lower the bar for what counts as a good day and notice how often you are already having one.