Every Day is Different
Something I've have been realizing lately...
Every day is different.
My initial reaction to this is anxiety. I want to have control. Want to plan. Want to KNOW.
Then, I say it again: Every day is different.
I try letting it sink in... Slowly softening and opening to the truth of it. Looking past my knee-jerk reaction/rejections of the thought.
Allowing myself to see the opportunities and excitement in this truth.
When I'm feeling discouraged/groundless/grasping, and through this lens of discouragement, I foresee more bleakness in the future...
I remind myself: Every day is different.
This reiterates that I DON'T know. And that's a good thing.
Even when I have an established routine. This routine reassures me (falsely) that I know what to expect of my days. This knowing may even lead to an element of boredom/restlessness because "Everything is planned out."
But, really: Every day is different. Look at the details.
I have new things to learn daily. There are more unexpected doors appearing/opening.
Possibilities are always expanding.
Every day is different. And I'm finding myself incredibly grateful for this fact.

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