💕 Personal Journal - Tomorrow Will Be a Better Day - Sunday 19th of October 2025 💕

🌞 Tomorrow Will Be a Better Day

Sometimes life feels like a tug-of-war between hope and hardship. But no matter how heavy things get, I still find light in the smallest acts of kindness — a reminder that there’s still good in this world. This morning was one of those messy, human moments that somehow reminded me of my strength and my mother’s wisdom.

Tomorrow Will Be a Better Day

Every morning, I’ve always woken up with hope — a quiet light that refuses to go out, no matter what life throws my way. I owe that to my mother. She greeted me every day with a warm smile and kind, motivational words to start the day, alongside my ready breakfast. She would make it feel as if the world itself was worth celebrating. She could read people better than anyone I’ve ever met. If I was down, she’d tell me softly, “Tomorrow will be a better day. Don’t live with regrets. Don’t dwell on the things you can’t change. You know what you're capable of achieving — don't let the small things get to you.”

Today, though, I woke up a little grumpy. My soul feels tired, to say the least. I’d fallen asleep on my electric scooter inside my car — waking up sore, hot, sticky, my face oily and tired. The kids instantly told me they didn’t have enough breakfast, even though I could smell the weed he bought last night lingering in the air. The scent made my stomach turn. Now he’s revving his truck outside, trying to rattle me — an intimidation I’ve come to recognize too well.

And yet, amidst all of this, a few small miracles have appeared.

Last night, I had transport refused by the abuser to pick up my son and his girlfriend from a party. I was mentally preparing to jump on my BMX in the darkness of the night, down the dangerous highway, to walk them home safely. I asked a neighbor if the other neighbors were awake, hoping they might help. They said they would, and even though we didn’t meet under very good circumstances, it made me feel so relieved that they were prepared to help keep the kids safe and get them home.

A kind soul offered me a room in central Auckland. Another person nearby said I could come hang out if I needed company. Someone else, with little to spare, sent me a few dollars — and another topped up my phone when I needed it most. Tomorrow, I’ll be hiring two caravans. A tiny piece of order found within chaos.

So despite everything, I find myself smiling. It’s funny how strangers can be the ones to lift you when those who once claimed to care stay silent. But maybe that’s what love really is — not where it should come from, but where it does.

Reflection

Life doesn’t always go the way we plan. Some mornings are heavier than others, and sometimes the people we expect to stand beside us simply don’t. But every act of kindness — no matter how small — can shift something inside us. It reminds us that the world isn’t entirely cruel, and that resilience grows in the cracks of hard days.

So today, I’m choosing to carry gratitude instead of bitterness. Because even in the chaos, there are still good hearts out there. And as my mother always said — tomorrow will be a better day.


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