Every day I could make a list of a bunch of things I need to attend to. On some days I don't mange to get even one, single thing on the list addressed. I have learned that getting even just one thing accomplished, no matter how modest that little accomplishment might be, is way, way, way better than getting zero done.

On some days the progress I make is so small that I think I'm getting nowhere. I've learned that very slow progress is not to be undervalued. One tiny step in the right direction gets me closer to where I need to be. Look at tge hands of a clock. They truly look like they are not moving at all. But they are.

Lately life has been giving me more than I can handle. At least I'm sure not managing all that I feel I should be handling. The only way I'm finding to not go crazy is to do this: I pick one thing and do it. I say, "Let me do this one thing. Then, and only then, I will pick another thing to tackle."

When I find myself feeling angry, I think this way: Someone has hurt, offended or disappointed me. Maybe the way they acted is all they were capable of. Maybe, in their own stupid way, they were doing the only thing they knew how to do.