Somedays waking up is hard to do. Somedays going to work seems impossible. Somedays things feel heavy and tired, and it takes very once of energy to go forth.

On the other hand

Somedays we beat the alarm clock and wake with anticipation. Somedays we stretch with a smile of thansgiving for being alive. Somedays we know with confidence the day before us for something fresh to materialize.

Somedays.

Today I had a someday, and my someday propmted me to ask one very important question, “What do I root my someday in?” When my kids were still at home somedays were always about greeting them and their needs. When I was a teacher somedays were about meeting the needs of these young growing minds. Yes this gave me purpose and levels of accountability so I would engage like a champion mare on the grounds of the Kentucky Derby.

But now my somedays are filled with others. The kids are grown up. The classroom is full adults. I discover that to run in the Kentucy Derby I must want to, not becuse of those I serve, but because I want to run the race of a life time. And somedays means sitting in the barn under shelter to rest and find healing.

Somedays being in the barn must be enough.