What day is it?

As I was scrolling through my news feed on Twitter, I came across an article about two highway deaths in Oklahoma. I found myself scanning the words in search of the names, one was reported. Like any good journalist, I checked my Facebook to verify I didn't know the person nor did anyone on my friends list.

This has become a habit for me. I hear of an accident, I check the location, names and Facebook. Ever since my own friend passed away I've become obsessed with reading every article reporting a death or major accident. I'm not sure what it is I'm looking for. Maybe I want to know first, maybe I want to not read some ominous Facebook status to find out or maybe I just want to feel in control. Whatever it is, I'm forced to reflect on a time that once was but more often than not I become thankful of today.

I am thankful each day is a new one because that, as Winnie the Pooh once said, is my favorite kind of day.