SOMETIMES COURAGE IS THE
QUIET VOICE AT THE END OF THE DAY SAYING,
"I WILL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW."
(Mary Anne Radmacher)
I am not naturally optimistic. Or patient. Or thin. I am prone to unproductive worry and laziness and outrageous fears (although, I still stand by the fact that the zombies are coming. Eventually.)
If I'm not careful, I believe I will goop into the grumpy, pessimistic lump of paranoia that I fear is actually my true state of being. If I do not stand guard at the gates of my mind and confront every thought that wants to worm its way in, then hoards of fat and freaky brain barbarians will invade my psyche then pillage and plunder all the good I have done, leaving me muttering to myself in the corner and scarfing down vats of pasta and cheese.
Believe me, it's happened before.
And it will probably happen again. But that's okay. And it's okay because as long as I go to bed at night saying "I will try again tomorrow" then I have won a small victory. I have not given up.
So on those days when we curled up behind the couch to cry, when we stuffed our faces with pizza instead of going for a walk, when we let our tempers and our temperament get the better of us, let's not beat ourselves up. Let's whisper those words, "I will try again tomorrow," as we drift off to sleep and dream of our best selves.