There are days when the story doesn’t arrive on time. No clever opening and no clean ending. Just the date, the temperature, and the quiet routine of a January morning doing what it always does. Today was one of those days.
Short daylight on a rainy windy day. Another Friday that looks like a hundred others before it. The numbers show up whether we do or not... 7:18 a.m., 4:39 p.m., 42 degrees. The world keeps moving without asking how we feel about it.
Not with a grand statement and sometimes without any answers. Just a presence that can either be comforting or it could be pitched with terror. After 21,742 days on this earth, I have learned that showing up counts even when the words don’t line up as neatly as you would like.
Some days are meant to be recorded, not explained. Counted, but not decorated. A reminder that life isn’t a highlight reel. Life is a long, patient accumulation of ordinary mornings and unfinished thoughts.
Today is Day 21,742 of the Jumbo Shepley experience. Just another tricky day for me.
