Every day is different.
Every hour, really.
At first I’m okay. Then, I overthink my day and become overwhelmed.
One day at a time. One hour. One minute. Much easier said than done when everything feels so uncertain.
So, what is certain?
Each day, I will wake up. I will because I have to.
I will take care of these children like my life depends on it. It does.
I will take care of myself, because right now that is one of the only things I can do. And I can do it well.
I’ve done it before. I will remember how, and I will do it again. No matter how unclear the future may be, that I can do.