On a day when I discovered the frozen custard I ate for lunch poisoned me with wheat and soy, I did my best to push through the knife-in-the-stomach pains.
On a day when my great guy finally got a job in Key West, I did my best to be thrilled.
On a day when the significant other of our only friends in town got a job, too, I did my best to offer congratulations.
On a day when one too many Duval Street panhandlers asked me for a smoke, I did my best to lie and say I didn’t have any.
On a day when it was so hot and muggy that it felt like August, I did my best to ignore how horribly my home AC works and how the place still looks like I just moved in.
On a day when RG Daughter shared her ups and downs with me, I did my best to listen and be supportive and not demand she get on a plane and head to my so-called paradise.
On a day when I realized that I likely would not see either of my kids on Christmas, I did my best not to be too sad that this would be the first Christmas ever that I would not be with them.
On a day when I muddled through my job as I merely shrugged at the newest pack of wolves my new boss threw me to, I did my best to keep my co-workers clueless about my semi-serious notion to walk out the door for good–and to keep myself from acting upon that semi-serious notion.
On a day that was no different from many others since I moved to Key West, I scolded myself for even acknowledging the vague feeling that nothing feels quite right even as everything is mostly okay.
On a day like yesterday, I did my best. And I get to do it all again, today.