One day at a time.
Easy for you to say when you are greeted by the beauty of the sun each morning.
For me, the sun is a seething reminder of the missing pieces of my life and it forces my eyes to open though I’d prefer they stay closed.
For some, one day at a time is a simplified way of getting through life making it easier as you look forward to tucking all your children in safely at night. For me, one day at a time is an endless day of watching each grain of sand descend in slow motion through the hourglass.
One day at a time is a rehearsed soliloquy. A pre-programmed mantra meant to keep me focused on the present.
For you, the present is a gift. For me, the present is filled with the unfathomable absence of my child.