When Amelia goes down in her swing, and I am able to enjoy a cup of coffee and breakfast, a shower, and even clean out my drawers (my husband has been putting my clothes away and let's just say there is no rhyme or reason to where things have been placed...)
Here's one thing I know to be true. Following each "bad" day, there is always a "good" day on its way. More often than not, it is the next day. The reverse is also true. Following a "good" day is, at some point, a "bad" day. Rather than allow that to depress us, we can learn to expect it. Then, when it comes, we can welcome it, knowing that a "good" day is soon to follow. And so goes the cycle.
One thing that makes all of this more than bearable is my coaching practice. I am constantly considering how to learn from the experience, and what I can apply to my coaching. It struck me that, when I boil it down, my saving grace is my purpose. Nothing is wasted, nothing is useless, nothing is for not.
Now, back to enjoying my roast beef sandwich...
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