Hope

Today is a glorious brand new day, and anything can happen!  

If I mess up, I still might get another chance tomorrow to make things right. But I don't want to think about that...Because I always mess things up.   It is as inevitable as breathing.  
Presented with perfection, I spill the paint.  
Break the dishes.  
Step on toes.
And darn it, I have to say I'm sorry.  

Again.

It's a never ending cycle of failing and falling.  Life isn't perfect.  Maybe that's why I love mornings so much, because I in the morning, I still have a chance.  I'm hopeful.  I haven't messed up yet.

Really, how much can I wreck before the sunrise? 

Please don't answer that one.  

Just enjoy the sunrise with me, because this morning is a gift.

And it is perfect.