Sunday, March 27, 2011
I am a big believer in the fresh start. Every morning (or whenever you start your day after sleeping) is a new beginning. Sure, you take your problems with you. When I wake up tomorrow, my husband will still be out of town, my house will still be a disaster, I will still have 100 shields to make for my 2nd graders Native American Day, my 10 year old will still be missing her dad so much she cries every night, and I will still be 10 pounds heavier than I like and unable to solve all the previous problems.
But with a fresh start, I am deluded (sorry God - no offense meant) into thinking I can fix all these things, or at least keep chugging along until the problems change, new ones come along, or someone I love has a problem so big that all mine seem stupid.
After all, it is physically impossible that a bumblebee should be abe to fly. But every day, it does. Even if it's a little chubby.