Consider that today is like a map you unfold. You open it up and you look at it and see where you are traveling. But the day itself is not a preview. It is the actual route you travel on. There is no definitive map. All days are for you to travel on without precision.

Look at days the way I suggest you look at people. They are not for comparisons. One is not better than another. One may have more appeal than another, but each day is its own day. Greet all days genially.

There can be many turns and surprises in your day. Your days are not foregone conclusions. Days are wide open.

Be you open as well. Be open to where the road of today takes you.

Walk lively on it.

In your garden, you do not try to make red roses yellow. You savor one as much as the other. And if you happen to adore one more than the other, you know it is only a game you play in your mind.

But the play of your life, you take very seriously. You take yourself very seriously. Is that not so?

You have My permission to smile a little. You have My permission to smile a lot. Smile at yourself and how vehement you are about life, how you vent on it, how perturbed you get with it.

Nothing is the day's fault.

Days are not meant to please nor displease. That is not what they are there for. They are for you to sail on.

Rough sea or smooth sea, you are the sailor.

Furthermore, you are the captain. But you are not the controller of the winds nor the tide. You are not at the mercy of them either. You are a companion. The winds and the tides have advantages for you. They wake you up. They are not meant to always lull you.

No one knows what tomorrow brings. And few know the treasures today has brought. You may not have opened them. You may have put them aside, or away. You may never want to open them. You may want to resist them, ignore them, refuse them. Regardless, a day holds treasures for you.

The worst day still has a glimmer.

Days of themselves are benign. They are impartial. It is you who is partial to some and not to others.

It is not the day that you are to make something of. It is yourself. What dial do you set?

Be magnanimous to your day. Pour blessings upon it. Each detail of the day is a particle of life given to you. You chug along on bits and pieces of your day.

Days segment your life, but truly they are a flow of wholeness. Remember wholeness. Remember your wholeness.

Wholeness walks on wholeness, yet you have seen yourself as the jerky motions of a stuck movie-reel.

You are part of a parade of life. Step right up to it. Move along. Enter your lifestream, and keep flowing in it. You are not a minnow. You are a whale. You are more than a whale. You are a whale and the stream and all that transpires and all that does not. There is no expiration date on you. Grab where you are, and keep going. Remember Who made you, and remember what you are created of, and remember what you are for.

Surge forward in the daily-ness of your life. Hold on to the banister of love. It will lead you. It will take you everywhere in the created and uncreated universe you wish to go. Keep step with your day.