Good

I seem to do things in batches or have seasons of things.  If I were to name this season it would be called “word season.”  Everything I am considering seems to be in seed form.  The seed is one word.  I have a good think about it and cover what comes to mind.  Often I revisit a word because the seed becomes a big tree with lots of branches to consider.
This morning I was thinking about the word “good.”  I think it would be fairly safe to say good is a good word.  Just as well, as I do not do complicated well really.
Heaps of good things happen to me.  Just being able to get up of a morning is a good thing.  For sure there are aches and pains that are new to me and I am discovering muscles I never knew I had.  I discover them because they complain.  But that goes with the territory. 
The relationship I have with Merril is good.  So is where I live and my friends.
I don’t know that my table tennis is good, but it is when compared to some.  I may be miles from the top, but I am not the bottom.   But even if I was, there is more to table tennis then table tennis.  Despite the fact I enjoy playing it immensely (I could even say it is good to play it) - it is as much about the people I get to meet and talk with.
The food I have is good.  The country I live in is good.  The activities I am involved in are good.  Having a sense of purpose is good.  Feeling like I am growing as a person is good (though having rough edges knocked of does not seem good at the time, but the outcome is good.)
In fact, there is a word I could put with good, and it is abundance.  I like that word a lot too. A guy I know had been married 27 years.  He thanked his wife for 25 good years.  She reminded him they had been married 27 years.  He said he was thanking her for the good years.
I would be a fool to state only good things happen to me.  But I thoroughly believe good comes out of bad if I am ready for it and look for it.  In this year I would never say losing my bro was good.  But in thinking about it, it was totally good for him, and it was good for me in so many ways.  My activities changed, but the void that was left was filled with other good things.
It amazes me the directions thoughts take.  Writing about this reminded me of the saying “count your blessing.”  It ties in with a belief of mine that what I concentrate on grows.  It is not a Pollyanna like outlook.  There are problems and problems are bad.  But solutions are good.
To me it is all a balance thing.  Though admittedly the scales are heavily weighted on the good side.