“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ah, yes. Leave it to good old RWE, the transcendentalist sage that he was, to articulate what is surely everyone's sentiment. You did the best you could; tomorrow you get to start all over again. In a life now filled with the quotidian, routine can be both a comfort and a source of distress. Clothes get dirty, then they get clean, then they get dirty again. The baby sleeps, then she eats, then she plays and goes to sleep again. These things that need tending don't yield many tangible results. But they must be done, and done the best I can.
Today was one of those crazy days where the routine was thrown out the window. We had errands to run and a doctor's appointment to attend, and Lily didn't get a decent nap all day. We did our best to survive. But survive we did. Now it's time to rest knowing that tomorrow is a new day.
Today was one of those crazy days where the routine was thrown out the window. We had errands to run and a doctor's appointment to attend, and Lily didn't get a decent nap all day. We did our best to survive. But survive we did. Now it's time to rest knowing that tomorrow is a new day.
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