I’m not upset, but I missed yesterday. The morning (like several earlier in the week) was long and lazy, and other things took priority.
But I’m back today. I could berate myself. I could be upset. I could get anxious and decide that everything is hopeless and because I missed a day, nothing will ever again fall into line.
Or I can stop, reset my head, pray and ask for help, and pick up the pieces and keep going. This one is hard, too. But I’ve got momentum, and I can keep moving forward, even if it takes some effort.