That was a sign my mom had hanging in her kitchen.  She inherited it from a neighbor who had severe rheumatoid arthritis.  After my father died, my mother took to visiting her fairly regularly and the sign became their motto for getting through life.

As I spend the next few weeks buried under while trying to complete what looks like an insurmountable amount of work, that’s my motto as well.  One Day at a Time.  So long as I focus on small chunks, the work won’t seem so overwhelming.  And maybe I won’t be go to insane.

Wishing you all a great weekend.  Take it one day at a time and enjoy!

Barb

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