This isn’t the blog post I planned to post after the last. This isn’t the day I planned to post either. (That passed by long ago.)
It’s okay when things don’t go as planned. I need to learn this, accept this and not feel crushed when it happens. I need to keep moving.
After work tonight, I sat on the front step with Iggy. While he watched the neighborhood, I drew a bit in my sketchbook. It wasn’t what I planned but it’s okay.