If I were Dr. Seuss, I would write a book for grown ups entitled, “Oh The Many Mistakes I Can Make in A Day”. It would go something like this…
Oh the many mistakes I can make in a day
Carpet is dirty, house in disarray,
The water is boiling away on the stove
For I’ve only two arms to have and to hold.
The children have vanished and monkeys remain
And I am starting to hate someone calling my name.
One more bill auto paid, making me twitch
The neighbor comes over and is such a … Nice cat lady.
So, what can I do making mistakes right and left?
Throw in the towel on the pile with the rest?
Or maybe just take a badzoodler break
And wrap up my crazy with wafflaburg eggs?
Or perhaps there is something, a little to do
That won’t leave me playing a loony kazoo.
Perhaps my forefathers, who had it quite rough
Knew what they were doing with this praying stuff.
What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe you can say?
Well, I’ll take my chances and bow down and pray.
Just something I was thinking about tonight. Have a fabulous day, mistakes and all. Mistakes up to now in part, in mutual part with your successes, made you the uniquely strong person you are today, and so I am thankful for mine and yours too. We’re all in this together. 🙂