On the good days, I forget: take all things day-by-day.
Relationships.
Work.
Forgiveness.
Improvement.
They take an every-morning-wake-up promise: Today, I forgive you.
Today, I do important work. Today, I take the stairs.
Today, I love you.
It’s not magic, this life we lead.
That doesn’t mean it can’t be magical.
But that doesn’t mean it isn’t a daily struggle.
I forget that.
A lot.
Especially during the sunny days when you don’t have to be at work ’til ten.
There’s no
brilliant “Now What?”
;just this thought, dragged and beaten
out of a tired, white zinfandel Friday night mind.
Mary's One Hundred 