"Break, break, break, on thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me."
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thank You for the Day
Watched the sun set tonight here at the beach and right when the sun went under the local bars and restaurants rang a bell that sounds the alert that we've lived through another day; thank you God.
So many times I look at my days in such a long time frame (weeks, months, even years); I think in a matter of weeks rather than days, hours, or minutes.
I'm reminded of the timeless advice, "Aim small, miss small."