At the End of the Day

When I was a kid, I had a post-it note that I stuck to my wall with this quote “Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.'”

Its been a few months of that whole “I will try again tomorrow” thing at work lately, with some definite roaring mixed in.

On Monday I hit the wall and realized I couldn’t think myself out of the box I was in anymore.  I decided the most productive thing I could do was to go for a long walk to clear my head at the end of the day.  It ended up being the best decision I’ve made in awhile.

I walked across the bridge and sat down on a park bench.  I listened to some melancholy acoustic guitar, and generally did my best to fit the part of a quarter-life crises.  Slowly, my head cleared and I noticed just how beautiful the twilight was.  I caught these pics before I walked back.

fluffy grass washington dc

fluffy grass georgetown


american flag

Later that night, Chris and I went out to eat with some great people about to leave for Mongolia.  We talked food and movies, Mongolia and China.  It was the perfect reminder that work, no matter how many hours of the day it takes up, doesn’t have to equal the sum total of one’s life.

And by Wednesday, it seemed the roaring and walking and “trying again tomorrow” had finally paid off.  We aren’t out of the woods yet but things are looking up.


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