What a day. What a long and arduous day.
I'm thankful to wake up and see that Tuesday has come. Tuesday's child is full of grace. Monday's child however, must have been born of spite and malice.
From problems with coworkers, to social miscues, to klutzy tumbles, I've never had such a day all at once. I retreated home to the safety of my bed as soon as I could, but the damage had been dealt. A bruised knee and a bruised ego kept me tossing and turning in the irritable heat of my bedroom. And when my eyes opened in what was supposed to be the darkest time of the night, they were met by a glowingly full moon.
I'd rather thank the moon for its beauty and its inspiration and curse it for the pull it has on the environment around me... I did the latter last night.
But today is a new day. One that I can coerce to a sense of accomplishment. One that will hold as much magic as I put into it.
And I'm starting it with a cup of coffee, writing words here, and a healthy dose of Reggie and the Full Effect, just to be sure that the universe knows I'm feeling playful and willing.
Have a scrumtrulescent day today Sirs, Madames, Daddies and Mommies, I can wish you well and hope that you achieve your goals today. To those I missed, have a day of opening your eyes to a world that has opened itself for you, reflect, relax, and renew your sense of wonder and awe. 🖤🖤
