There are days I go to to bed knowing that I am not living my life with the fullness it deserves. Photographs have gone untaken and stories have remained unwritten. A day blooms with marvelous capacities. The potential for color and creation. Sometimes I waste that. Waste it on uncertainty, indifference and Bones re-runs. (but seriously, David Boreanaz? Sure. I'll take that.) There
are days when I capture the blues and pinks and yellows. The subtleties and the stories and the loveliness. Those are good days.
A few things other people have made on what must have been good days.
2012 Calendar, Sycamore Street Press
Presence by Cassandra Barney
To more good days for all of us.
Today is going to be a good day. Thanks to you!!
ReplyDeleteAnd...maybe because I went ahead and signed up for the gym.
ReplyDeleteAmy, we need to talk.
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