There are small things that bring sunshine to our lives, no matter how hard the rain falls.
Some days you have to go searching for these things, or work and make them for yourself. Other days you find joy in everything you touch. Your world glows and the earth sings, and it feels like this feeling will never fade.
The weeds are what make it interesting. I'm just one girl searching for the beauty in my garden of wildflowers.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Maybe...
Maybe I've found my motivation. Maybe it's been here all along, I just sort of forgot what it looked like.
I don't think it has changed all that much... it may be a little bit dusty at the moment, but I can already see the old familer glow that I've always known and loved.
Now is my chance to grab hold and never let go. I cannot allow
myself to tire and let it wringle from my grasp. I cannot just sit here and as it trickles through my fingers, tickling my wrist as it evaporates and floats in a thick disorienting fog around my head. It's time to break the pattern and get my act together.
I've got this.
At least for now.
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