Tomorrow has to be better.
When the day fades into a succession of failures all you are left with is the hope that the next day can turn things around. For the most part things actually got better as the day went on. There was the big bad news in the morning that upended my life like an earthquake followed by a succession of ripples throughout the afternoon and evening. By 6pm the level of ‘bad news day’ had dwindled. The worst news was a swarm of crickets coating the doorway of my Walmart as I tried to enter (seriously, there were at least a hundred and it was gross). Inside the store I found the TV I bought on sale for 198 on deeper sale for 149. Then the event my kids were going to ended 2 and a half hours early, shattering the hopes for a quiet evening to myself.
This was easily the best part of the bad day. I did slam my foot into a pet fence later on, nearly shattering a toe, but that too was minor. I’m going to stick to that ‘minor’ line, because I very much need tomorrow to be better.
Some Thoughts:
- There is no such thing as a sure thing.
- Despite the, well, everything, I’m still gonna be the optimistic sort.
- My 12 yr old just finished his freshman HS math class with a high enough grade to make sophomore honors math next year. I’m all kinds of proud.
- Hmm.. that means the little one is the only one not totally rocking out in school.
- I need to escape to the woods still… and soon.