I was heading up to bed.
As I reached for the light switch, I noticed a red glow coming from the panel on the oven.
Why was it still on?
I turned it off and then remembered...
I had put the chicken back in the oven to stay warm after Ryder and I had made our plates for dinner.
And promptly forgot about it.
I pulled it out and had to chuckle.
The chicken was burnt to a crisp.
Not edible anymore. Not even a little bit.
I sighed as I threw it away, rinsed the cookie sheet and put it in the dishwasher.
I made my way upstairs, put away some laundry that had been waiting in the basket by my bed for three days.
Straightened up my office so it was at least a little organized for the next morning.
Wiped down the bathroom counter that I'd been neglecting.
Hugged Ryder goodnight, marveling at how he's basically a grown man now.
And then fell into bed.
I lay there for a few minutes, thinking about the burnt chicken.
And the never-ending pile of things to do, decisions to make and adulting waiting for me in the morning.
There are days I feel burnt to a crisp too, blackened and charred and at the end of my rope.
But I'm not ready to be thrown away yet.
I'm going to get up every morning and do it all over again.
Some days I'll knock it out of the park.
And some days I'll forget the chicken in the oven.
But no matter which kind of day tomorrow turns out to be, I'm going to try really hard to give myself grace at the end of it.
Because that's all we can do, friends.
Live this life day by day.
Try our hardest to make good choices, remember all the things, and laugh when we want to cry...
And then rest at the end of each one so we can prepare for the next.
(Just don't forget to turn the oven off first!)
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