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.
Real Teaching 
Oh, I’m feeling it too, but my version is filled with curse words and mumbles, not this deftly crafted prose! Nicely done, I feel like I can face another day!
Oh, I mutter a few things under my breath, too. Thanks for that kind comment. I wasn’t going to post today, but a kind word at the end of the day restored me.
Paul – After the day I think that you have had, this is very touching – and not lost on me, to still find comfort and solace in life and in the pure intent of heart, even when closing a day such this one.
Thanks, Deb. Others had a tougher one than I. Tomorrow offers even more of that comfort and solace you mention–if Fridays live up to their promise…
I feel that way today, and I have a tough meeting awaiting me in the morning, but your post gives me hope and helps me to keep focus on the prize of coming home.
Thanks for reading and commenting–as you know I enjoy your blog. Home is so important to us. I have that concept in mind for another post.
Well posted. These are tough times. They will get better. As one of my favorite sayings goes, “Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, then it’s not the end.”