Yesterday I felt like a train had run over me and it didn’t get any better when David got home. I don’t even know what I said to set David off but slammed the door and left. I called Charlie who reminded me it wasn’t me it was everything David was dealing with.
Reminding me Real Life, As It Is isn’t always fun. Here I am 🌤️ The Day After Trying Again. This morning felt a little different David was home and he did apologize. Not better in some big, life-changing way. Just… quieter.
Like the weight of yesterday didn’t disappear but it shifted just enough for me to breathe again. It wasn’t a feeling that I woke up and was ready to take on the world. There was no sudden burst of energy, no reset, no fresh start feeling people like to talk about.
But I did get up.
I made the coffee. I moved a little slower. I paid attention to the small things— like the quiet in the
house, the way the light came through the window, the fact that nothing was demanding everything from me all at once.
And for a moment, that felt like enough. Yesterday was survival. Today is something softer. Not productive. Not perfect. Just… a little more steady.
Maybe that’s how it works. Not big turnarounds, not overnight changes— just small steps back into yourself. A little more energy. A little more awareness. A little more grace than the day before. I’m not caught up. I’m not ahead. But I’m not as far down as I was yesterday either. And that counts.
However today meets you, meet it gently.
Thank you,
Glenda, Charlie and David Cates
