I am living my best life right now!

Best is a comparison, and comparison is where this one usually goes wrong. Best against whose life, which year, what photograph?

Drop the superlative and something truer is left. There is a version of today that's genuinely good, and it probably looks unremarkable from outside — a decent meal, work that held your attention for an hour, someone who texted back without being chased.

Most good days get recognized retroactively, from months away. See if you can recognize one from inside it.