There are days when so many things go wrong that at first you want to give up, then all of a sudden when it occurs to you how insignificant those things are, you realize how fortunate you are. And then it seems almost as if the day has begun anew — and you have a renewed burst of energy.
I won’t detail you with all the little things that went (or seemed to go) wrong today because I don’t post this asking for your sympathy or pity. I’m sure you’ve had similar days. And perhaps like me, when you realized how small, in the great scheme of things, were these little mishaps, you’re better able to take stock of your own good fortune.
I guess that’s why, I am actually grateful for all the things that went wrong today.