I've been realizing lately that the 'someday' I used to dream about? It's just a series of Tuesdays, strung together. The trick, I think, is to find the sacred in the Tuesday. To feel the pulse of it in my feet as I walk the dog, to taste it in the coffee, to let it all be enough. Because the 'someday' never arrives fully formed, it's built from these ordinary, holy moments. I used to think happiness was a destination, a summit to reach. Now I understand it's the oxygen, the very breath that keeps me moving forward, even when the trail is steep and the air is thin. The Tuesdays ARE the climb.