It’s 10:14 pm on a Wednesday. I’m tired. This is one of those nights when the creative juices have run dry. I even looked through my memories on this day from Facebook hoping to jumpstart something, but it was all for naught.

I say some days the best you can say is that I survived. Not that I had a particularly bad day. It was actually rather pleasant in a very unspectacular sort of way.

I just feel that we need to celebrate the small victories more. Like the fact that you and I are still here. That we showed up today and didn’t quit.

I feel that deserves a reward, like chocolate or a nap. I’ll let you decide which.