Sometimes (everyday) I wake up and wonder what the day will bring. I feel my crazy hair, particularly the cowlick all swirled about in back, I rub my weary eyes..fighting back the urge to roll over and cover my head in the nice warm bedding. Then I get on with the day. I choose to.
Everything in life is a choice.
It's a new year. I want to learn a little bit more about myself, learn a little bit more about my marriage, learn a little bit more about my children and parenting, learn a little bit more about grace, dignity, independence, will power, determination, love. I want to change what hasn't worked so far in my 35 years.
What will I choose for myself this year? What will each day bring after I rub my weary eyes and look at my goofy hair? We shall see.
It's a new year. I want to learn a little bit more about myself, learn a little bit more about my marriage, learn a little bit more about my children and parenting, learn a little bit more about grace, dignity, independence, will power, determination, love. I want to change what hasn't worked so far in my 35 years.
What will I choose for myself this year? What will each day bring after I rub my weary eyes and look at my goofy hair? We shall see.
1 comment:
Ah-- an interesting commentary on self for the new year. Isn't it nice to have the proverbial "fresh start"? I love it.
Hydes
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