Strong

2024.11.11

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Winter soft blue sky. Warm today.

How's it with you?

Sweater weather soon.

Bundle up, Buttercup.

You write the day. Find the rhythm of the sphere, steer clear and make it clear.

It's a feeling, a flow. Even if it's a stubborn "There's-no-such-thing-as-flow" flow; it's still a flow.

The words have to be lyrical to be read well.

Sometimes the writing calls for writing about itself.

Like an artist makes lines to sketch doodles to dapple shapes, so we too make sentences about any old thing to remind ourselves the love of it.

There are so many other ways to spend one's time. You best love it or go choose something else.

Nonsense helps. An awareness you're just letting go to look at the lines to remember you enjoy this stuff.

Remembered.

Onto the next.

Strong today.

My body stopped fighting illness awhile ago.

Decades worth of damage heal quick, lately.

I simply don't remember how well one can feel until I feel it.

Good strong feeling today.

How about you?

If you're up doing your day, you've got it pretty good.

Because you have the chance to make it better, you should.

You owe yourself more. You deserve better experiences.

Not super island adventures, friendships. Stronger relationships with what's in your world right now.

Unexpected gifts at unexpected times help.
Cleaning up your space helps.
Saying thank you helps.
Recognition of value helps.

Feels like self-help mumbo jumbo sometimes, I'm just thankful to be here and you ought to be too.

These are words from someone who was here but didn't have a chance to be.

You ought to know how lucky you are to even have what you call a bad day.

There's always another way to look at it.

Make another way.

Take a deep breath. You got this. Life, I mean. Enjoy it and have your better day.