What a struggle it has been the past few days. It seems to get harder every year to adjust to the fall back causing by daylight savings time.

Dark when I go to bed. Dark when I wake up. Just … dark.

What a Wonderful Day

It can make for a drudgerous and dreary day. Not that every day is wonderful, depending on what is going on.

But in proper context, every day is indeed wonderful.

Neil Pasricha likes to say how 14 out of every 15 people who have ever lived are no longer here.

This is a staggering number to think through.

But Maya Angelou knew. She knew everything. 😊

Each day is a gift which should not be taken for granted. But, we in westernized societies certainly do.

I do. I admit it.

Maybe it is because of our instinctual need for hope. Maybe it is our need for the illusion of safety. Perhaps it’s just privilege wrought by capitalism or democracy or geography or whatever. I don’t know.

But I get up in the morning, read the latest headlines from around the world, and am starkly reminded I have a gift for which I often lack gratitude.

I feel a bit ashamed by this. It seems disrespectful somehow to so many who do have such gratitude.

I should do better. I need to do better.

Maya Angelou’s perspective is just the twist of my inner dial I need to see each day for simply what it is – one more day I have not yet seen.

So, here’s to a wonderful day. May you have one too!