Some days require much of us and reveal our true capacities, whether the effort energizes or enervates.
And such days reveal as well our limits, as we control so little and carry out so much.
When the sun sets and we step through the threshold of our abodes, we count ourselves fortunate if we have loved ones to receive us, a meal to restore us, and warm beds with soft pillows on which we may rest our heads.
And if our strength holds–through all the contradictions our most challenging days present–we may retire at night with a sound conscience…perhaps disappointed that our best exertions cannot always promise success, but assured despite our sadness that we carried on as best we could.
The next day is always its own entity.