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A greeting with force

I got on the elevator this morning coming up to my desk at work, and there was a woman there already. I said "Good morning" and she said it back. A nice interaction.

When the elevator doors opened on her floor, I said "Have a great day!" A typical thing to say to a stranger as they exit the elevator, I think.

But then I started to think about how that is really a command. You MUST have a nice day! You have no other choice, as I've just told you to do it. HAVE A GREAT DAY (or else -- maybe could be implied or assumed but probably not by normal people).

Just struck me in the moment that this common saying isn't suggesting or hoping people have a good day, it's demanding that they do. Maybe that isn't such a bad thing after all.

It's a photo of what appears to be a father holding the hand of their child, but it's their shadows not the actual people. The shadows are elongated a bit. The ground is wavy yellow sand.

There is that last time always

Walking with my kid today, home from school, and they reached for my hand while we walked. I had that moment of fatherly love when their hand found mine. Then I had that moment of "This could be the last time they reach for us. This could be the

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There is that last time always

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