Hi.
Making sense... Sometimes it is difficult to make sense of life. What does it all mean? And then there are days like today... when a person gets one of those funny feelings.... that somehow it is all making sense. Even though a person could write endless notes and reminders and post-its and all sorts of and versions of 'electric shocks' as prompts for the time when, such as now, I would like to communicate it all... ugh! And all those little details make no sense whatsoever either on their own little scrap of paper or in a pile. Somehow looking at them all makes a person smile. Then laugh. Then cry. Yep. It's life. Pretty doggone fantastic.
I still have no clue why.
I might have one idea. I scraped awhile. Inside at night, I looked around that beautiful building and I felt a bit ashamed. As I looked at how the light shines through those windows late at night and how proudly the concrete pillars stand, I smiled. "This is good." I giggled. "This could be... what if it all turns out better than good? I have a funny feeling...."
I had forgotten that feeling. I had let my mind reside in the valley of 'chances are slim' and all the other half-way versions of positive mindset which disguises as 'reality' but are sold to a person as 'do not want you to be disappointed'. Blah.
No. No. No.
I really like working the dream. I mean, if I am scraping and I so love to scrape and dream about the details.... Why not go full-out positive? Why not suck in that gorgeous warm street light romantic.... oops. Carried away = me.
But why not?
After all, this is going to turn out better than good....
And you know what?
I would never ever end a daily blog by being one step up from a blog-o-matic...
No.
I would end it thusly:
Happiness to all. Dreams. Love and Blessings.
But mostly?
I thank God.
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| Beauty, on the inside... |
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| Trusses. I love trusses. I know nothing of trusses... |
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| Building came with a lawn mower.... being repaired at the shop down the street.. |
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