
Easy day, hard day, either way, to try is the constant. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, one breath in and then out. It is all part of the process of making it through the day. Even the easiest ones, that flow like cool water over you on a hot summer day, require that you try. To remember, to enjoy, to sink into days like that so you can savor them later on. And on the hard days, when each thing takes monumental effort, when pain or sorrow seem to stretch unbroken into the future, trying seems especially hard. Those days, progress is made in small increments that are measured in minutes and inches, and worth cheering about.