Every day has one.
Some days close and I feel a deep sense of satisfaction.
Today - not so much.
It was a full day.
Got to work early, did all I could and learned a few things.
Did some planning, reading and cleaning.
Shared a quiet evening with my husband.
Even as I write, a sense of quiet satisfaction grows;
Though the day to day toils don't seem to be
what I might hope for, long for.
There is a satisfaction in the doing.
And in being close to those I love.
Frustrations. Finances. Shortcomings.
At day's end today, I'm fighting the negatives.
And hoping for a good night's sleep.