What makes a day good?

 This question has troubled me more in my young life than anything else. The spending of one's time being one of the greatest stresses on me. Yet its something so extremely basic that everyone faces the same question. When you look back on a day what exactly makes that a good day? There are plenty of ways to make a day bad, awful, terrible or anything of the sort and I feel that most people could easily come up with a million ways a day would be bad. Yet what makes a good day always seems out of reach. During youth time was simply spent and as long as one was spending it actively it was spent well. I often remember complaining to my parents about there being nothing to do around the house only to be told to do chores and immediately going off to find something else to entertain me. Yet now as an adult the ability to do chores and to have done something considered necessary and productive seems like a pretty good way to spend some time, if one can find the motivation to do such a thing.

Often its the days where I was most productive and I did not have much time to myself is when I feel the least amount of worry about if the day was spent well or not. But the feeling of waste would be doubled if I ignored such responsibilities and simply did what felt nice in the moment. Yet there are many times where I am working on something where I would wish desperately to be free of it so I could go off and sleep or play games or draw or just anything else. Sometimes a good day seems to be devoid of responsibility, and other times it seems to be a day full of responsibility. Like most things the answer is most likely in the middle of the two extremes and finding a balance for yourself seems to be key. Maybe someday soon ill find that balance so my heart will stop worrying about spending time well and will simply spend it.