One more day

The other day I had a moment.
I’ve had a building sensation since I turned 20 that life was on fast forward and I was on the wrong route. It was unsettling, and I felt powerless. I like what I am doing in my life, but it never seemed like “enough.” It seemed like the week went by so fast I hardly had a moment to notice… anything. At night I thought, “One more day gone forever.” (Unhappy, right?)
Then the moment.
In a sleepless moment, lying in bed, I realized it was one more day I had the privelege to experience. It was one more day I got to enjoy. And the next morning, I thought, “Today is one more day I get to love. To do my best.” And there was a shift. A total shift. Suddenly I felt in control again, and a huge surge of gratitude for each day that I get to have.
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