Today is a pretty good day. Period. No conditions. No “buts.” In the midst of a depression disorder, today is a pretty good day. The picture that comes to mind is from the second Hobbit movie. Bilbo and his dwarf companions are journeying through Mirkwood, a dark, foreboding forest. At one point, Bilbo climbs a tree to get his bearings. When he pokes his head through the canopy of upper branches, he breaks into the sunlight and fresh air. That’s what today is like. After a hard week, today I feel alive. Today is a pretty good day. This snippet is called Alive in the Sunlight.