Lately, I’ve been having a rough time.
Life handed me a medical diagnosis to deal with. That’s fine. Life does that. But it’s my reaction to it that has me thinking. I’m not able to get as much done as I expect of myself. And at the end of each day, or week, I look back and tend to notice all the things I didn’t do.
After a particularly tiring week, last night as I lay in bed (extremely early because I was exhausted) I started my habit of carrying forward to tomorrow, or next week, all the things I didn’t get done.
But I interrupted myself this time. Instead, I thought, “Hey, I did the best I could. And that’s all I can do.”
And that’s all any of us can do, really. Don’t you think?