Each morning, I can don a new attitude and decide to change
I did my homework one day a year — the first day of school. I promised myself I’d continue every night, but yesterday’s vow was a hoax. Freshness is blinding. And fleeting. Now I have as many first days as I raise my hand toward them. When I set the curriculum, the school of life commences every day. Firsts are always there — the first day of walking toward my goal, the first time to learn, the first time to be patient with myself as I relearn. Each morning, I can don a new attitude and decide to change. I can always return to the first day of school.
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 757)
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