A little over a week ago, I sat at the edge of my couch, laptop perched between my knees and wrote a blog post as I watched the sun rise through the sliding glass doors of our living room. I’d found my mojo and life was good. But somewhere between that Monday and this past Monday, life happened. It got sticky and not quite so fun. And I didn’t write.
The me of the past would’ve given up with everything that was thrown my way. I won’t go into details, because looking back won’t do anyone any good, but let’s just say one of our dreams threatened to become a nightmare. And in the past, it would’ve been the type of nightmare that woke me up with cold sweats.
It’s now early on Thursday morning and the dust has settled. We still have some things to figure out, but I did realize one thing: this is the time I need to be motivated. It’s the only thing I can do to help my family get through this.
Every day isn’t easy. Every day isn’t good. But the day is easier when you’re not dragged down by everything that’s wrong in your world. Take the time to find something good about today, even if the silver lining in your cloud is that you’ve been given one more day to draw breath.