Some days all I can see is failure. All I can feel is shortcoming. My own.
Struggle and fail. and struggle. and fail.
I understand the journey. I know this is how it is sometimes. I know.
We choose. We have choices.
To see what we want to see. To manifest our will, or His.
We get to choose our actions and reactions. Whether I want to see it, or believe it in this moment, my emotions are my choosing.
Have I failed at the only job I really need to get right? Am I a bad father? Have I let them down, before they even know what that means?
I can choose to be present. Or to spend time and energy on those things not yet…real. Or imagined.
Today I see failure. Tomorrow I will choose another vista.