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
