I have a friend named Catherine.
She is easily one of the nicest people I know. She would gladly saw off her right leg for somebody that she just met, and has boundless energy. I suspect this boundless energy comes from her consistent diet of Girl Scout Cookies and rainbows. Someday she may get diabetes, but in the meantime she can run rings around us all.
Anyways, Catherine has somehow become a paradigm of optimism to me. Every once in awhile I’ll have one fo those days where the sun is shining, my cheeks are rosy, everything is right in the universe and life just can’t do wrong by me. I tend to think of those as ‘Catherine days’.
I think it’s my life’s ambition to be my own Catherine.