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OK, so this was not the greatest of days.
It may have been far less than ideal.
Actually, it may have been total sh*t.

This day may have beaten the hell out of you from the jump and left you here feeling exhausted, brokenhearted, frazzled, and not sure why the hell you even bother.

Two pieces of good news:

The first is that it’s over, and you’re still here.

The last twenty-four hours may have put you through all manner of fresh hell and f*ckery, and done their level best to bury you, but you refused to consent.

That means you’re either fortunate, blessed, strong, or stubborn enough to still be here, which in days like these is a bona fide miracle. Sometimes, survival is a win.

The second piece of good news is that if you’re lucky, you’ll get another one of these days tomorrow. And if you are, it too will come with all manner of fresh hell and f*ckery, and you’ll get through that one, too.

You always do.

And here’s the deal: it likely hasn’t been all bad.

You may have heard a song you loved, tasted something delicious, or been caught off guard by laughter.

You might have felt a breeze, or hugged a dog, or made something with your hands, or been held by someone who made you feel you were home.

You may have loved and been shown love.

That’s not a bad day’s work.

And I guess that is the point of it all.

Beautiful things still grow in the sh*t.

Sleep well.