Sometimes I lose a day. It gets lost in the mire of grumpiness, or sometimes in the bog of self-pity. Ashamedly, it can even be devoured by worry and fret. Can you believe that? Why do I so willingly lose a day to misery, when each day is so precious? Each day is only coming around to me one time, with no guarantee of another. Each day truly is a 'once in a lifetime' experience. Time for me to only lose days to joy, and gratitude.
Just a little self-check to end my week.
Maybe you needed one too. Love Michelle