It’s 8:20pm. There’s laundry wrinkling in the dryer, my throat’s a bit sore, I haven’t packed school lunches. My novel sits waiting for when I feel better.
Tomorrow I’ll have the time, the energy, the full 24 hours to accomplish something big.
Then I think…today is not over yet.
I can hug my eleven-year-old. Throw the parrot toy for the dog to chase. Start the dishwasher. Water the thirsty plant at the front door.
I can kiss my husband when I walk by the study.
Smile at myself before I brush my teeth.
Do two push-ups beside our bed.
Read something wise.
Say thank you.
Because today is not over yet.