Our days: winsome and lovely and yearned for, some. Deplorable and desperate and depressing, the thought of others. And many are those between. These are our days.
One large set of entirely different events. How could one day be entirely bad or good?
One day is a world; in terms of time. Like American Beauty, 24, or Groundhog Day it has plenty of its own celebrations and concerns — every one, a macrocosm of wonder.
One day in time; a raucous success or an abject failure. Either way put it behind you. Be present.
One day at a time. Each day starts as they always do; with fresh hope or in despair — it’s our choice. What do we choose for?
© 2011 S. J. Wickham.
Graphic Credit: ZiggyDenim.