Go out and make it a good day for someone, including yourself

It was with a certain irony that some of the people I used to work with (and I) used to sing an old song called "It's A Good Day."  It was written by singer Peggy Lee and a fellow named Dave Barbour way back in 1947.

"It's A Good Day"



Oh it's a good day, for singing this song
and it's a good day, for moving along
Yes it's a good day, how could anything go wrong?
It's a good day from morning till night
Yes it's a good day for shining your shoes
and it's a good day, for losing the blues
everything to gain and nothing to lose
cause it's a good day from morning till night (you're right!)
I said to the sun, good morning sun
Rise and shine today
You know you got to get going if you're gonna make a showin
And you know you've got the right of way
Cause it's a good day for paying your bills
And it's a good day for killing your ills
So take a deep breath, throw away all your pills
Cause it's a good day from morning till night
Just this very day I said to the sun: "Good morning sun"
Rise and shine (why don't you rise and shine)
You know you got to get going if you're gonna make a showin
And you know you've got the right of way
Cause it's a good day, for paying your bills
And it's a good day, for killing your ills
So take a deep breath (ahhh) throw away all your pills
Cause it's a good day from morning till night
yes it's a good day from morning till night
cause it's a good day from morning till night!

Perry Como had a hit with the song in 1955, and of course there's the version by Peggy Lee.  And there's this one by The Ferko String Band out of Philadelphia, one of the top acts in Philly's annual Mummers Parade. 

The song is a powerful antidote to the endless dirge of songs about how tough things are and how no one cares and life is sad.  To my way of thinking, even when your best girl or guy gives you the air or the dishwasher breaks down or you don't get the promotion you deserve because the boss is propping up his wife's second cousin, it's best to stop and count five of your favorite blessings.  And music is everyone's blessing, if you'll just take a second to enjoy it.  Go ahead.  The right guy or gal will come along, you can switch to paper plates for a couple of days, and the boss's kin will soon be exposed as a faker, as soon as they forget to attach a cover sheet to their TPS report.

Stay happy!  Let me know if I can help you in that.  But you can find it within, too.  Please quit wasting time and enjoy your life.