All good things.

My feet are that achey sore from slowly getting back into shape. The way I am feeling right now makes me very worried about my first serious hike, but at the same time I miss this worn out feeling knowing that tomorrow I will be stronger. All good things take time and the effort is worth it in the end. I hope this is the first of countless summer days that end after many miles and sore feet.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

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For me.

This evening I took time for me. I got home from work and took a nice walk in the sun, got something to eat and relaxed in my hammock to write a letter. It was a lovely way to spend the evening. True, I am just as behind as ever with chores and other parts of life. But tonight I was the priority, and I feel more refreshed because of that decision. Tomorrow, I will most likely have to face up to my responsibilities, but I will face that tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Borderline disaster.

Today despite my best efforts I feel like a failure. Work was going great, than suddenly it was not, and it brought me down. Thankfully I already had plans with friends tonight and it seemed like the perfect remedy for the disaster. For a time it worked, but nothing gold can stay. Sometimes when you reach the end of a day all you can do is hold your head up with the knowledge that tomorrow is a brand new. Hopefully it will have a few less challenges and a little more pep in its step.

For a week that started out great, things sure went south fast!

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Outshine.

Too often as an adult life seems like a never-ending line. We pretend like the New Year brings a clean slate, but too quickly we fall into our well established habits forsaking all resolutions and goals. What we are left with is a seemingly endless line of tomorrows that are much like the yesterdays behind us. The seasons, holidays and special occasions pass by, but these things rarely stop everything in their tracks and are usually gone before we can really enjoy them.

A part of me likes the comfort I find in knowing what tomorrow will bring. My alarm will go off, I will drag myself from bed and off to work. There might be a slight variation on the time, but each day is too much the same. I try to find something unique that will make the day stand out, but after a while most days fall back into the sea and are swallowed by the others. Too many of those that remain standing like islands on the horizon are shrouded by dark clouds.

Why is it that sad days hold firm, while the good ones disappear? It seems too easy to mark the days I would rather forget, than enjoy the happy moments of the ordinary. Maybe in time I can adjust my thoughts and let the sun outshine the clouds.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Time loop.

My days are blending together. Thank goodness for scheduled alarms, otherwise I would never remember when I needed to get up day to day. I wish I could wake up ready to go, but I seem to be in a daze and things are falling into the cracks. Replies to letters are taking longer than I like, the mess in my apartment feels like it is growing instead of shrinking and tired seems like an inescapable truth. Consistency has been lost on me, instead I am in a time loop watching, but not participating.

I have been living on my hope for tomorrow for far too long, but I feel so behind on yesterday that it seems impossible to catch up. Today I got one letter finished, and started to get back on track with my devotional. All I can ask for is baby steps and maybe one day soon tomorrow will feel closer than it is right now.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Tomorrow.

I need to stop saying “I’ll do it tomorrow”, because there is always another tomorrow. What I need to do is make a plan and stick to it. Attempting to stay motivated is difficult sometimes, but that is when pushing through is the most important. There are an infant amount of tomorrows, but there is only one today.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

A sink full of dishes.

I hate having a sink full of dishes, but this week the last thing I wanted to do was to clean. It has been one of the warmest weeks of the year so far, I have been working on a huge project the past few weeks that has felt all-consuming and I am simply tired. I could really use a relaxing weekend to catch up on everything that needs to be done, but this will not be that weekend

Keeping with the trend, I continue to add more dishes to the pile. Every night I say tomorrow I will get them washed, so far that tomorrow has not come. Tonight I will add a few more to the pile and pretend like tomorrow they will get washed. Eventually everything will get taken care of, it always does, you can only hold off the inevitable for so long.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.