All The Small Things

Recently I committed to writing everyday. This happens mainly at night after the day is done and before sleep.

Sometimes I have nothing to write about.

Or at least I think i don’t.

I am learning that the opposite is true.

There is always something to write about, something to share.

I just often edit it out because I think it is not big enough, bold enough, grand enough.

Sometimes the art might be reflecting on something so small that no one had actually considered it, but that really might help in some way.

I love experiencing the extraordinary in the ordinary.

Here is one such experience from today:

Questions to ask:

Have I taken time out to stop and smell the roses today?

Have you?

 

 

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