Morning Plan
My morning starts with a cup of tea, a pen, paper, and a plan.
My day ends with a cup of tea, a pen, paper, and a plan that didn’t quite work out.
Often times I can only focus on that middle part, and all the things that went awry.
I push and stress myself to fulfill an impossible goal.
When actually, the beginning and the end are the most important parts.
In the beginning, I was full of hope and had good intentions to get all the things I needed accomplished.
At the end, I can see where I was not always in control of everything, and gave myself grace and then look forward to the next day and a fresh start.
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