It’s just not going to happen today.
Oh, I tried. I really tried. I mean I really, really tried.
I had a plan. I had a schedule. I had goals. I had execution.
Maybe wires got crossed. Maybe it’s because of The Rapture.
Maybe God changed his mind, decided no on The Rapture, but yes on screwing with my day.
Sure, I got all the stuff done for my family. Made sure that they are taken care of. I’m not an idiot; I know what my priorities are.
I some point you have to cut your losses. Decide that a tactical retreat is the best plan of action. Live to fight for another day.
And then, just creating something. Even a little something, is a little victory.
A small step is still a step.
