Sunday, March 26, 2017
On a weekday when going to work I wake up to the “Beep, Beep” of the alarm at six-thirty am. On a day off I usually forego the alarm but still end up rising before too long.
Regardless of going to the paying job, sitting at home writing or spending time with the family, each day I know that I am going to face frustration, fatigue and uncertainty. But this is no one’s fault.
So as I stretch myself awake and sip at my tea, staring into nothing, I try to take it in.
To prepare for the coming activity.
I try to understand.
As I take my shower and get dressed, go to work, flip on the TV and move through the motions that can be sometimes difficult but also rewarding and fun, I think about how in some ways my life has had to deal with darkness like no one else, but also in other ways, less so than many others.
I have had challenges and barriers thrown my way.
And I remember.
Others have dealt with messes as well, in their own ways.
We move on.
These thoughts help me endure. To get through; to smile; to dance; to laugh and to love.
I get through my day and just like it is always, I look forward to the next.
I have endured.
I will endure.