Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
It’s a cliché, I know.
But I think of it when I get up in the morning.
It’s a reminder that no matter what went wrong – or right – the day before, this is now.
The future is waiting to unfold before me, brimming with possibility, teeming with potential.
I craft my future if I don’t live in my past.
And the thought processor churns on…
Confessions of a Treadmill Runner 