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.

First Day of School

(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 757)