I work, and I struggle, and I try again, and again. I pinch pennies, I juggle hectic schedules of kids and work. I wonder if it will be enough. I worry it out, I wake in the middle of the night remembering those forgotten deadlines, appointments, and upcoming bills. And then, sometimes, I let go. And when I am least expecting it, life finds a way to bloom.
I wrote this blog beginning nearly two months ago, and never felt it was quite finished, nor where to go from this start. But looking today, I see it is complete in its brevity; and it is exactly what I need to hear again today. Life is hard. Life is complicated. We strive, we struggle. But like the story so often repeated in children’s books, we try again. “When I fall down, I pick myself up.” Life is change. Life is try. Life is another chance. Life is beautiful.
Wishing you a day of some struggle, some love and some beautiful peace.