There are days, like today, when I find myself on the phone with a dear friend and we are talking about how to craft a schedule for the day so all things are actually accomplished–we are laughing a bit and it is as we both sit in our respective houses laughing a bit and lamenting a little. We agree that we make a plan and then something unanticipated happens–someone slips on the ice, a baby needs tending to, an elderly parent has a request, work adds another project that takes priority over each of the others still needing attention, or there is a desire to do nothing but play.
Even when it feels as if nothing gets finished or plans change, we’re all just simply doing our best. Right? We don’t arise and make the claim that today will be different–that we’ll intentionally make it awful. No, we are hopeful, even under the most trying of circumstances.
I keep my theme of building upon my inner strength alive in my thoughts throughout the day. I know I can do my best and accomplish a portion of what I have a desire to. I know that as soon as the list gets shorter, I will add to it. The point is, however, that no matter what we are doing, we really are all trying our best. Right?