Every night, before sleep, I recap the day…the ups and downs, peace and war, the good, bad and the ugly.
I find it helps keep things in their right prospective.
At it’s conclusion I always end with…you did your best….you did your best.
Even when the bank teller was rude, and a woman blabbed on her cell as you drank coffee at The Barnes and Noble Cafe.
When that door slammed in your face, and a well dressed man jumped in front of you on the train platform, causing you not to get on.
The emails unanswered, the fees you can’t collect. The agent you caught in a fib, if exposed, from embarrassment, will cease being your agent.
The editor not taking your call…criticism, even from friends.
Those who no longer read your blog, along with crass comments justly deleted in defense of one’s own views.
A dog walker ignoring a Yorkie caught in his sweater leg you gently try telling, staying on his phone, ignoring you too. Your long time ear doctor who knows, better than anyone, if he speaks to you with his back turned, you simply can’t hear him.
Toss in a president who doesn’t make you feel safe, combined with the casual hubris and discourtesy running wild through the course of the day…by the grace of God, not sending you to the nearest bar…
and as my lids begin to close, a weary body held in my own arms, I can truthfully say…
I did my best.