"Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness"
Today started out rough. And I can't explain exactly why, but it just felt like I started the morning defeated. I didn't have enough patience for my boys as I hurriedly made breakfast, monitored potty time, got them and myself ready to drop them off at their school. I felt painfully aware of my shortcomings as a mother yet I couldn't snap out of it. Now as I sit here with the smell of lentil soup filling the quiet house, finally drinking my first cup of coffee, trying to enjoy this time alone, I feel that despite my sadness at not having the ability to be perfect I have countless opportunities, every moment really, to accept this fact and simply do my best. But that isn't bringing me comfort right now. Right now I just feel bad. I would really like to start the day over but because I can't I will start now; starting now my challenge is to reset and let go of all the things I want to get done, to let go of how I want my boys to behave, to let go of reaching the too high bar that I set for myself.