Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

This is a new day where I can strive to renew.  This isn't yesterday and this isn't tomorrow.  One of those days is gone forever and one of those days may very well never arrive.  I have a purpose or I wouldn't be here.  Part of my mission today is to make every minute count.  If I'm just killing time, wasting time, then I'm only hurting myself, wasting something very precious.

As my life goes barrelling along at increasingly high velocity I can forget to be glad for all of the things that go right, for all my blessings, for the serendipity that is my life.  Good things are whizzing by but let one thing go sideways and then the counting starts.  Before my day is over I've got an exact count of all the times I've been put upon.  Anything out of order or not to my liking gets my attention while I blithely ignore all that goes well.  I find myself asking . . . what next?  How am I going to get screwed next?  And Jumpin' Jack Flash I'm running that ancient program that only responds to negative input.  My day goes better when I decide early on that if anything can go right, then it will.  This keeps me looking for order rather than disorder and I pay attention to whatever my mind's eye is focused on.  I can choose to see the good or I can choose to see the bad.