Wondering about my Wanderings

Another Day

I am awakened to the idea that another day can not be there unless I know some form of sleep. I look at the whole idea of being caught in a world of neglect. The reality is that another day will come whether I dwell on today tomorrow or someday that already happened. I am choosing to live for the day even if it is boring or even horrific. I continue to survive my caregiving odyssey. Yesterday/another day the water was cold and I could not give the person his bath. The funny thing was that he did not want it and in the long run it did not matter. His daughter has me there only for that reason. He only wants to be independent and left alone.

I finish with the olympic torch shining in the backdrop. In our own ways we earn gold medals, if only for making it through another day.