Sometimes we put old decisions back on trial.

Not necessarily because we think we made the wrong one.

Sometimes we're still pretty sure.

But we keep explaining. Defending. Reconstructing the whole case. Gathering evidence for a jury that may not even exist.

Maybe there’s a difference between believing you made the right decision and believing you’re allowed to make a decision somebody else might not understand.

But most days aren't just one thing.

We ask it all the time.

“How was your day?”

And somehow we expect a whole day—all those hours, conversations, annoyances, funny moments, hard moments, and tiny things—to fit inside one answer.

Good. Bad. Fine.

But most days aren't just one thing.

There are seasons when you need those words. Get back up. Try again. Keep going. After a while, you can get pretty good at getting back up. So good that you might not notice when nobody is asking you to.

Some people hand you their rocks
and somewhere along the way
you start believing you have to hold them.

Sometimes the thing that ruined your day…
was an expectation no one else knew you had.