the same events recur, even if they may be clothed in new dress.
the same choices confront us, even though we think we've moved past them.
to a certain extent, the successes and failures of the day before may as well have never occurred.
but every day is an opportunity to arm oneself to defeat that repetition.
to grow into the person who lives in a different groundhog day.
one filled with glad recurrence.
in which the successes of today are the successes of tomorrow and the failures of yesterday are banished to distant nebulae.
every day is exactly the same.
that can be something to be cheered or dreaded.
on my sparkling cloud of snippets