Everyday I try and I fail.
I try to be a better Father and still manage to piss my kids off.
I try to be a better Husband and still feel I disappoint her everyday.
I think about exercising but never step outside.
Meditate…….but scroll through shit on my phone instead.
I should call my Father today and don’t even manage a text.
There’s a lawn outside that needs to be mowed. A car in the driveway that needs to be washed.
My Son needs a Father to lead him and my Daughters need a Father to connect to them.
The roof is leaking, seriously we have a leaky roof, and I can’t fix it.
I try everyday and most days I fail when it comes to succeeding.
Fail when it comes to succeeding everywhere and when it comes to everything.
But today I woke up and thought about writing this and I did.
Today all of my children will leave the house with a hug and a kiss from me.
I’ll probably get some dishes done today.
My Wife and I will connect today.
She will know today that I love her, just as she did yesterday and will tomorrow.
I will think about that exercise again and may even go for a walk.
Each day I show up and I try and each day I show up and I fail.
I keep practicing this thing called Life and I love everyday of it.