“Marilla, isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” –Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
Sometimes…I am mooooody. Moody with a capital “M”.
This past week, I felt overwhelmed, stressed, and emotional. I would cry at the drop of a hat, and at pictures of fluffy kittens. Yesterday I almost cried several times over unfortunate events and insensitive two year olds.
I was talking to my husband about my “feelings” last night while I ironed. He was buried under covers, trying to sleep. I told him how I feel like I’m not myself half the time, and I wonder if anyone notices…I poured my troubled heart out over the steam of the iron. I asked him if he thought I was crazy, and there was a heavy pause.
“Just think about tri-tip burritos. That’s what I’m doing,” he replied from beneath a pillow.
Yesterday was sketchy. I was on the brink the whole day.
I woke up this morning, and it was a new day. A day with coffee because I bought some yesterday. A day with the promise of a swim party at a friends house. A day where my son woke me up with kisses, said “I ruve you” and broke out in song.
“Schwing row, schweet cherry-ot” sung gently in my ear, a great beginning to a new start, a great gift to unwrap before my feet hit the ground.
A new day can be redemption for an old day: a new start. I can’t tell you how excited I am that today is today and not yesterday.
p.s. Derrick has generously offered his counseling/dinner planning services to anyone who’s interested.
p.p.s. not really, but I think I’m funny. That’s all that matters right?