Today is the third day.
Not the third day of the week, the month, or the year.
Not the third day of anything that is on anyone else’s calendar.
It’s the third day of doing one thing.
One thing to pound the stiffness out of these joints.
One thing to make me stand a bit taller.
One thing to make these arms a bit stronger.
It does not have to be predetermined, or perfectly executed.
It is not an item on my to-do list, a task, or a chore.
It is a privilege, an opportunity, and a gift.
A gift to the One who gave me breath.
A gift to the ones I love the most.
A gift to myself.
I am not looking back with regret.
I am not looking forward with timidity.
I am focused on today - On doing just one thing.
365 days from this day, the clock will strike midnight once again. When you get that kiss, pop the cork, and glance over the confetti on your shoulder at a year gone by, what do you hope to see? Today, do one thing to make that thing a possibility. Tomorrow, when you wake up, do one thing more.
days of one thing = 3 | days of nothing = 0