Friday, January 9, 2015

All the Difference for Your Day

Day’s end brings even a cursory review. We all do it. It’s been a great day, an average day, or a woeful day – and all manner of day in between.
I have often found myself perplexed at the end of those woeful days. Why did everything turn bad? Why did the circumstances run the way they did? What can I do tomorrow to learn from today in making for a better tomorrow?
Now, here is a fact we can work with!
Either you run the day, or the day runs you.
— Jim Rohn
If we wrestle awhile with the above quote, agreeing that the limit or extent of ‘running our day’ is simply making plans for the day and good decisions, then we can see the way to make the best of our day.
But if we allow the day to just run itself we find that things happen to us – some good, some bad – and we are listless in response.
All this speaks to the quality of diligence.
If we run the day we have chosen to be industrious, and, at best, we are fluid and agile. At worst, we get frustrated. We need to shift our plans to cater for the changes in our circumstances.
At best, when we let the day happen to us, we are at leisure. At worst, we waste our day. Of course, some days should run themselves, but real leisure is especially good when we run the day. If we are working, we would be unwise to let things just happen. We are paid to do a job.
All the difference is made to our day when we make the decision to plan it and then have the courage to do all we can with it.
One day spent is one day we don’t get back. It’s gone.
Then, God, in his grace, gives another, and then another, until they’re all gone.
The great thing about a great day is, at its end, we want another one. The more satisfying our days get, the more we imagine how we can improve our living experience.
The day is full of possibility. It’s ripe with opportunity. Each day is special in its time. It all depends on what we are to make of it.
When we have learned that we have control over what our day becomes, we are then motivated to make the most of it.
© 2015 S. J. Wickham.

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