It looks miserable outside.
I can hear the wind howling and see it ripple the water puddled out front.
I want to take my coffee and snuggle under the covers.
And stay there.
Me, my fur baby and the remote.
I’d prefer Big Daddy but hes too committed to getting projects done at the shop.
His days have been as challenging as mine.
I try not to complain to him, but when I do he wraps his arms around me and tells me it will be ok.
I’m pretty damn fortunate.
Being optimistic comes pretty natural for me. Here lately, staying that way is taking some effort. I know others have it worse than me, and others have it better. I focus on what will make things fall back into place and keep the train on the track.
Good things happen
I have some great employees.
I’ve had time for lunch most days.
I have asked for help and received it.
The week really has flown by.
And my coffee in the morning tastes like hope, encouragement, stamina,possibilities and strength.
It’s been a one pot week, but I got this.
One sip at a time.
Lorene