"We need to be more convinced of the beauty of tomorrow than the difficulty of today."
Today was the first day that I didn't cry.
In fact, as I drove to my new go-to coffeeshop, I smiled to myself.
Perhaps it had something to do with being out of the house early;
perhaps it had something to do with the fog! that greeted me all morning long through the window...
Whatever it was, I drove for thirty minutes just to go three miles and I still smiled to myself.
I sat in traffic --
took in the compacted, over-crowded, aged surroundings --
and, the feeling in me said you're doing it.
I was doing it.
And that is more than half the battle.
And I felt grateful, and content.
Still uncomfortable, but content.
I am holding fast to the beauty of all the tomorrows I have in this life --
and finding that it makes today's difficulties doable.