I tried to finish a project, but just couldn't.
I tried to give away everything that, as I often say, "someone else
would appreciate far more than I," but was left with still over-full
closets and many things someone else would definitely appreciate far
more than I.
I tried to read the newspaper, but only got through the beginnings of a
few articles before life and laundry and dinner beckoned.
I tried to trust my kids to do what they were supposed to without being
asked, but still found myself asking and ordering and yelling (and I
really don't like to do that).
I tried to believe that I could do just about anything if given a
chance, but realized that I am really good at some things and not so
good at others.
I tried to make a gourmet meal, but ended up serving spaghetti.
I tried to enjoy my weekend, because that's at least in part what weekends are for. And you know what? I think I succeeded.
Sometimes, the best we can do is try. It doesn't always work. We don't always succeed. But in a
world where "can't" happens way too often, at least we tried.
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