Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, (attributed)
US essayist & poet (1803 – 1882)
I’m printing this out and putting it on my vision/inspiration board. It is so hard for me to avoid berating myself for past failures, actual or perceived. Every day is a series of coulda/shoulda/wouldas. You can’t turn over a new leaf when you’re obsessed with preserving old ones between sheets of wax paper.
I didn’t walk last night; played Scramble with Friends anyway.