Sorry for such a downer of a post yesterday. It was just one of those days where it seems that nothing is going right. It has felt like we have been picking ourselves up, dusting ourselves off, just to get knocked back down over and over again. The past few months have been bad, but honestly, the past 24 months haven't been great.
Yesterday I didn't feel like dusting myself off. I felt like I was done fighting. After some reflection and thought (and a few tears), I realized that no matter how bad things seem, I still have a lot going right. So I am dusting myself off, strapping on my boxing gloves and moving forward. I won't give up without a fight.
A little perspective is a good thing.