Every day is a reset.
Old pictures revel bad haircuts, outdated fashions, lost friends, hopeless relationships, and unrealized dreams.
But we thought we were on top of it then; so hip.
I can think of things I did or said yesterday that I could have tried harder or phrased better.
I think I have it all figured out in the morning and yet ready to hang it up by nightfall.
It’s that figured out part in the morning that’s important.
Each morning is a new chance to do it right.
The rooster is crowing.