I made bad decisions today. I wasted time. I ate what I shouldn’t. I responded emotionally where I should have reacted responsibly.
I get home to a small gift hanging on my door. Nothing I couldn’t t buy for myself. Just an ornament and with it a note reminding me of my goal. Reminding me why I can’t give up. Reminding me why my life matters.
And I wake up. It’s late but I’m not tired anymore. I take action and accomplish important tasks that just moments before I was content to leave undone.
Hours later I collapse in bed, glad that today didn’t beat me. Glad that when I grow tired or let myself be distracted, I’ve got fellow warriors to remind me of my goal.
Life is far too difficult to be lived alone.



Thoughts?