Back Up Again

You may have noticed I didn’t make a post Saturday. You know what? That’s okay. I’m saying that both for your benefit as well as mine. This is one of those things I need to remember and you need to see in action. You see, in my mind, this whole blogging thing was going to happen once a day for 30 days, and it would all go off without a hitch, and life would be all fabulous and puppylicious. Not. The. Case.

boots, jeans, t, sweater, forktopus

At one point in my life, I would look at that missed day as a mark of failure. I’d throw up my hands and swear nothing would ever go right, so why try. And that right there was where the problem was. Not with missing a day, or reneging on a resolution, or any number of things or ways in which you can let yourself down, but with the refusing to try again. None of this, the writing, the dishes, the laundry, is ever done. And even if you have an iron clad routine, things will interrupt it at one point or another, it’s the nature of life, it happens. The secret is to get back up, and head right back into the fray. You may fall down yet again. It doesn’t matter. Every time you get back up, you get up stronger, wiser, with new knowledge and experience. But the key is to get back up.

Teal t-shirt, gray fuzzy sweater, forktopus, cuffed jeans, and boots.