Today Is My Servant

I’ve made the mistake from time to time wherein I’m thinking about the day as some force of nature that I have to “face” or “seize.” But the day is just time. Time is just a space I’ll fill up with whatever I want. “Today” is a label we’ve placed on a period which we will end up using however we desire. “Today” is potential. It isn’t happening to me any more than the cubic footage of a room I occupy. It isn’t happening to me more than the volume of a bucket. All of these are just measures; none have volition, purpose, or intent. They are tools.

They serve us.

People talk about a bad week, a bad year, how rough 2018 was, or how hopeful for 2019 they are.

All of it is blank canvas. Now paint.