Some days

Are a nice sail through the ocean

But some

Are like a hurricane ripping through a town

And some

Are a bumpy road with potholes.

You never get to choose

Every morning

You wake up

With a new hand of cards

Enjoy the sail

Take cover for the hurricane

And think of the great places

That bumpy road can take you.

Keep going, hang on,

And know, there’s more.

Good or bad?

Who knows, but either way…

You’re prepared.

You got this, we got this.