And so on this eighth day, I am rather weary. Challenges can be taxing. I’m assessing the situation and my energy to stay for the long haul. There are 22 more days to go. Having made strong statements and commitments, I have to go the distance. Doing my best each day is all I can ask of myself.
My aim from the start is to build on what I have accomplished each day. I do not want to regress. So far, so good. Each day I have gotten up, dressed up and showed up. The bed gets made. The dishes get done. The floors vacuumed of dog hairs. Some days, they are done better than other days. But it is the best that I can do at the time.
Some days I feel better, have more energy, more pumped and more profound. Other days, like today, I am not. But I put one foot in front of the other and move.
Look at how far I have come, one step at a time. And here I am, tap, tapping away at my keyboard, words spilling on the screen. I’m singing a song of hope and faith.