I don’t know why, but I’m thinking lately about the rolling of time and the moving of days, weeks, months, and years. Time moves and moves and there ain’t a darn thing we can do to stop it.
But there is something to celebrate — days roll on, but no matter how similar they seem, they are all unique.
Don’t forget that. Don’t ever forget that each…day…is…unique!
Now, how to mine their uniqueness? Well, that’s up to you.
Think of days like geodes. You know, those impossibly hard rocks that may, or may not, contain incredible beauty inside. Actually, I tried to crack some geodes once and goodness gracious, it was nearly impossible. I think I broke a hammer (and my hand) trying to get it open. Dad and brother tried to help and all we ended up with was geode chips all over the driveway. I think we pitched the rocks into a bin in the garage.
Luckily, finding the beauty in a day isn’t that hard. It will reveal itself in a flower or a bird or a cliche such as the ones presented in this article.
Anyway, try it out tomorrow. Wake up with a hammer and pound the day into submission until…no, wait…strike that! I meant to say wake up tomorrow and just appreciate a small thing…one small thing…that you didn’t notice the day before.
If all else fails, go get a geode and try to open it. A few hours later you can be thankful when you give up.