“Perhaps today will be better,” I said to myself, pre-coffee and barely out of bed.
Don’t you always wonder?
Is every day a game of chance? Do you keep track of your progress, or remain caught up in the persistent dance?
One-step forward, two steps off track.
There is no playbook to this game of life.
Mostly it is make it up as you go, by guess or by golly, on the fly, no matter how hard you try.
You, mainly, do your best. You try, working with what is there. Or here?
Another day: this one with rain.
Another day. Another game?
I am not playing but, nevertheless, will participate.
Today is another chance.