What does a good day look like?

A day where I aimed low
But hit that target.
Where I bit back
A quick rebuke,
Not all, but at least one.

Where amongst the waste
I treasured a little.
Where I questioned the urgency
And then took the time
And did it properly.

A sense of perspective
Seasoned my panic.
Where I eased up slightly
On myself and my failings
And even on everybody else.

The fears of the morning
Never came to pass.
I head towards bedtime
Carrying few regrets
From the day.

I did not change the world
But lived and loved
And noticed both.
All that it seems
Is good enough for me.