As someone who struggles daily with trying to be and do as much as possible (while still pleasing everyone), it’s hard for me to realize the following:
At the end of the day, I’ve only myself. Whether I’ve made others happy, sad, or anything in between doesn’t matter anymore. At the end of the day, I go home to ME. And, I get to decide if I completed the day’s tasks with an open heart and a smile; If I acted selflessly and in good faith; If, even in my frustrations, I found the good in every situation; If, I believed in the things I did and committed to giving my all.
If all of the above are true, then…
Whatever fate has in store for me I gladly welcome. And, the things that it does not (no matter how badly I wanted them), I am thankful for having missed. My life is what it is supposed to be. Giving my all and learning from every experience is all that the universe can ask of me. And, tomorrow, I’ll gladly get up and do it all over again.