The question escapes my lips before I can even stop it. 

 

"Did you have a good day?"

 

I know better. Such labels as Good or Bad are constricting, as if everything within its borders follows suit. Hey, even the box of strawberries I cut up for fruit salad wasn't neatly all or nothing. Mostly sweet but spots not worth keeping.

 

When we corset a day, or a year, or a person, or a relationship into three or four letters, it makes it tough to breathe. Maybe we should be questioning the question itself.

 

Another query, one with less judgment and more room for curiosity, is whether we are feeding a relationship. Investing in a person. Learning from a year that roped in both triumph and tragedy. The problem with a declaration like "It is good" or  "It is bad" is that the story is over. But when the invitation to nourish unlocks the verdict, the action is just beginning.