Sometimes people have no idea the Herculean effort it took for you to lift the covers, crawl out of the bed and choose the shirt you knew you had to iron. Bless you for showing up.
The sky whispered gray and the rain ran hard, and you had much rather curl up on the couch and remember the lover that left you in a storm. Bless you for showing up.
The to-do list is bound to outlast you, the demands never use their inside voices, the inner-boss in you will likely not be satisfied again today. Bless you for showing up.
The friends, the family, the strangers on the subway may never get how much you’ve worked to be sane…especially when the rain runs hard. Bless you for showing up.
May you continue to simply show up for the day, and may that be enough, may that be love.