Life is a Highway
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, Blessings all mine and ten thousand beside No one knows what tomorrow may hold. When you get up in the morning, the slate is wiped clean. Everything that happened yesterday is in the past. The slate is new and only what happens that day will go on it. Will it be a good day? Will it be a bad day? What does the day hold for you when you get up? My day now starts with, how bad will my pain be today? Will it be manageable? Will I feel good enough to wash my hair today? But at least, I get to get up and ask those questions. I get to attempt to do it myself without assistance from others. One of my coworkers used to call me Bright Side. Because no matter what happened at work, I would say something, "well on the bright side". This weekend has been and up and down each day. One good day, then one bad day. Then another good day since I rested a lot on the bad day. Then a bad day because I tried to do too much when I was feeling better...