The words that come out of my daughter’s mouth during conversation is like visiting with Yoda.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
I rolled out of bed with the Rolodex of this year, flipping through my mind. What have I accomplished? Am I on target with my goals?
She knows I do this twice a year.
The day before my birthday, and December 31st.
This morning she said something that shifted my perspective back to ‘the now’. She said,
Tomorrow you will not be a whole year older. You will just be one more day.
Thank you my darling daughter.