Each moment’s a gift,
a new chance to live
and to be the person I want.
There’s no guarantee;
there’s just reality.
So I’ll take whatever gets done—
whatever I get,
whatever needs met,
and every last breath
as a gift.
In the notebook
I actually wrote this song chorus a year ago, but it still feels helpful, and I hope to add verses and record it sometime soon.
I’ve worried that others might find it too cheesy and/or saccharine (as I’m aware my stuff can tend toward), so/but I’ll keep working on it, because the concept here is important and helpful to me.
It helps lift me out of stressy insistence on my plans and agendas and remind me that whatever I get/get done on any given day is, in fact, a gift! I’m still alive—that in itself is a gift!
