Lost in play

I sit here this morning stressing about the things that I have not done, the dreams that have fallen by the wayside and feel sad at a life that could have been great but is unfulfilled. I pick myself up and give myself a good talking to on a regular basis and then I pick up, but some days are harder than others to let the past go and be optimistic about the future when there is seemingly no way forward. This morning has been one if those, until I stopped to watch my grandson playing. He does not notice the dirt and chaos, he does not care, he blows me a kiss and tells me that he loves me and for a moment all is still and calm in my world, as I see it through the eyes of a 6 year old.