Some mornings hit a little sideways. Today was one of those mornings. I woke up… except I didn’t really wake up. I was upright, technically, but my brain was still stuck somewhere between “Is it night?” and “Why are we doing this?” I’ve been up since 2:30 AM — so maybe that’s part of it — but still, the groove just wasn’t grooving.
Which felt strange after having such a good day yesterday. A great day Saturday. And yet… there was this nagging sense that something was off, like I had forgotten a piece of myself somewhere. Eventually I realized what it was: I didn’t get my walk in. And honestly? That’s okay.
That’s the big headline of my life right now:
It’s okay. And it’s okay for it to be okay. And it’s okay to not be okay.
I’m really learning how to give myself more grace than I ever have before. More time. More understanding. Because when my health dips or my energy bottoms out, my mood rides the rollercoaster with it. It’s just part of being human — and I’m done pretending otherwise.
So this morning, when I asked myself, “What do I need to do today?” the answer wasn’t complicated. It never really is.
Sometimes it’s just:
- Write it down.
- Type it out.
- Dictate it.
- Clear your head.
- Choose one thing.
That’s my new rule: One thing. One feeling.
Every morning I ask myself:
- What’s the one thing I want to accomplish today?
- How do I want to feel today?
Today’s “one thing” is simple: take my morning walk after the kids are on the bus. Put on my shoes. Step outside. See how far I go. No pressure. No metrics. No “good enough.” Just… go. Because some days you walk one mile, some days you walk one block, and some days you walk out the door and right back inside — and each version counts.
I’m also juggling a move this week — Saturday is the big day — so yeah, the emotional energy is running a little high. But I’m not piling on the pressure the way I used to. I don’t owe perfection to anyone, least of all myself.
It reminds me of years ago, when my husband and I made the rule that Saturdays were for doing “whatever the hell we wanted.” We’d call them adventures. Sometimes that meant anime and junk food. Sometimes it meant jumping in the car, driving aimlessly, taking exits just because we felt like it, and letting the day lead us. Those were the best days — the ones with no plan at all.
I’m trying to give myself the same kind of adventure energy now… but inward.
Let today surprise me.
Let today feel good.
Let today be enough.
And then there’s the guilt — the guilt for missing a walk, the guilt for not being “on,” the guilt that hooks onto old perfectionist patterns. But guilt isn’t truth. It’s just noise. I know that now. I’m learning that again every day.
And with the move coming, I’m asking myself a new question:
Where’s the blessing in all of this?
Because moving is stressful. Selling a home is stressful. Financial strain is stressful. And the last few years have been packed full of those “Okay, that didn’t go how we thought it would” moments. Things that once felt financially comfortable suddenly weren’t. Decisions that made sense at the time turned into burdens later. It happens. To everyone. Even when we’re doing our best.
And that’s the lesson right there:
You can only make decisions based on what you know at the time.
You’re not failing. You’re adapting. You’re growing. You’re choosing again.
So today, I want to feel calm. Open. Receptive. Grateful. I want to trust that something good is on the horizon — because it is. I want to believe that there’s a blessing in the chaos, in the packing, in the letting go, in the beginning again.
And most of all…
I want to remember that I don’t have to be perfect to be progressing.
One thing. One feeling.
That’s enough for today.
“You can only make decisions based on what you knew at the time. You didn’t mess up — you adapted. And that is perfectly enough.”
-Rebecca
