good morning, again
The beginning of each new day is full of possibility. Each day is precious, never guaranteed. Today could be my last, but it might not so I try to balance my living.
I will still go to the office but I won’t take things quite as seriously. I’ll have fun and enjoy myself and encourage those around me to do the same. I will look for ways to do good. I will examine my motives and weed out the selfishness that sneaks in at every moment.
And just in case it is my last day, I will make sure that those near me know how special they are. I’ll be sure to tell Kaia that the stories she writes fill me with joy and pride. I will tell Elliot that nothing compares to holding her warm, 4-year-old body close to mine, the weight of all that she will become heavy and promising in my arms. I will tell Mike that I’ve never been happier. And I will scratch June’s furry little head for a little longer than usual.
good morning, again.