I remember the day I decided to “finally get organized.”
I bought a fancy planner, labeled each tab, color-coded goals…I felt unstoppable.
But before I finished, I knocked over my coffee, and it soaked half the pages. For a moment, I felt nothing but despair. I almost threw the dang thing out.
Then I realized: my goals were still there, just a bit stained. I dried the pages and kept going. Life is a lot like those coffee-soaked pages—far from perfect, but still worth continuing.
Don’t let a little …