One day I will have my house in perfect order.
One day my body will be what it was before children. And before my 40’s.
One day I won’t have to worry about my children. Their happiness. Who their friends are. Where they are. How they’ll handle situations. Who they’ll become. (HA.)
One day the grass will be freshly cut, all the laundry will be clean, folded and put away. The house will be sparkling clean, dinner ready, mundane tasks accomplished all at the same time.
One day all of my work will be caught up.
One day I won’t worry about all of the things that I’m worrying about today.
Some days seem like a monumental struggle.
Some days seem to suck every ounce of my being.
Then I wake up and am blessed with a fresh start.
The beginning of a new day.
There are magnificent days.
SCREAM OUT LOUD days.
How-in-the-world-am-I-going-to-get-through them days.
And then the other day something wonderful happened smack-dab in the middle of a not-so-fabulous day.
And my not-so-fabulous day turned into a truly-fantabulous day.
But today, I realized something…
that my “one day” is actually “this day”.
Each one day, or some day, bad day or good day, eventually…
becomes the “one days” that make my life.
It always amazes me what a monumental difference a day can make and what a monumental difference you can make in one day.
Embrace the day.