How do days end up like this? And why does it happen so often?
I start the day filled with plans for all I am going to accomplish, then one by one things fall apart - the computer is slllloooowwww - the camera won't charge - nothing seems to go right. The end of the day comes and I think "what have I accomplished?"
One little listing on my etsy site - pretty mixing bowls - but I planned for more.
Now, I can stay home, knuckle down and force my way through this or call it a day and go watch my boy play Little League.
What a great day for baseball! The sun is shining, there's a breeze in the air and there is nothing sweeter than the sound of a ball hitting a bat and parents (plus Grandma and Poppa) cheering in the stands.
Tomorrow is another day. I'm letting go of what today wasn't and enjoying what it was.
"Grace mixed with faith and love poured over me and into me"
1 Timothy 4:13, The Message
Posts
