Still A Chance

Have you ever woke up on the “wrong side of the bed”?

Of course you have. You wake up and you’re just angry. You’re not sure about what yet but then the bathroom is occupied, and then you notice there’s no milk, and you drop your keys when you’re heading out the door, and burn yourself on your coffee mug, and you trip up the stair, and now you’re just hulking out. 

And no matter what you do, you just can’t shake the feeling that if maybe, just maybe, you didn’t get out of bed this morning nothing like this would have happened. 

I certainly think about this. And I did, this morning. It was just one of those days that everything went wrong and I wished, and begged, and pleaded for a reset button. For a Groundhogs Day moment. Just once. So I could see where life could bring me if I didn’t have to deal with whatever today was. 

But then, I had a good middle of my day. I saw my friends and my mood lightened. And I had a good end to my day. My fiancée and I spent some time eating dinner together and enjoying each other’s company. 

And I realized, that in every day, in every hour, and even in every moment, there’s still a chance it can get better. Sometimes it most assuredly doesn’t. But still other times, it does. And I love that. I love that you can be so desperately sad at one point, and then the next, something makes you smile. It’s unpredictable and ever changing and it’s life. 

So please don’t give up. This may not be your moment. But there’s still a chance that the next one will be.