Most every morning I wake up quite early, in the dark, feeling something like despair.
Every manner of negative thoughts flowing in my head: things on my list I’ve not done, mistakes I’ve made, my broken marriage, how I should have kissed the kids good one more time, etc.
Big things, little things, all flow, giving me this start to the day with worry and concern and innate angst.
And then somehow I flip the hopeful switch, and somehow things start to get a little better; and the despair recedes, even if only a bit; and I get into the day. And it’s ok.
Flip the switch. Today. Everyday.