Today was white-knuckle ugly. It seemed everywhere I turned there was something to try my patience – starting with the morning’s discovery that our little kitty Herbert Pocket got into a bowl of popcorn and later vomited about twelve large piles throughout the kitchen, bathroom, and hall.
It went a bit downhill from there.
But there are those little things.
My kids were happy and healthy. I was tired this morning, but I made them a good breakfast. We sat together at the kitchen table. They hugged me a lot.
I did the things I was supposed to do. I put aside things I wanted, in order to help a few others.
I breathed deep while waiting at the doctor’s, instead of playing on my phone. I practiced Stillness.
I hosted a few people even though I was tired.
My children were glorious, lovely individuals; and I’ve had some influence making that a reality.
I let someone be kind to me, and I let myself be entirely unguarded.
I crept into bed with my husband and he held me close for a bit and we talked about our day.
So today kind of got the best of me.
But tomorrow is another day.
