Temporary

Ever get excited about a vacation day but little transpires as planned? That was me yesterday. Often, it’s a wonder I manage to get myself to work each morning by 7 a.m., show up at the gym or yoga studio nine hours later and then crawl into bed by 8:30 at night. And sometimes cook, clean and do my volunteer thing. Especially after a month packed with deadline upon deadline, as well as the one-year anniversary of my pop’s death, losing a beloved feline, vandalism of my daughter’s vehicle, a broken clothes dryer, infestation of ants and another kitty struggling post-surgery. I arrived at that point where, if I didn’t take the day off, I’d pack my bags and hightail it across country. Only my day off went from bad to worse—until sometime around the eleventh hour, it started to look up. And I was reminded of that very thing: whatever we’re going through is temporary. The trick is remembering.

How do you remember it’s just temporary?

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