Pink Think: “Your days are short here; this is the last of your springs. And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. You will go away with old, good friends. And don’t forget when you leave why you came.” – Adlai E. Stevenson
photo of the gardens at Frankfort, Kentucky’s Liberty Hall
There used to be a time when I measured my worth by how much I wrote and how much I performed.
I feel the ebb and flow of life around me and a serenity inside. I feel like I am more present to my kids nowadays. I write when I am inspired but I am not obsessive about it. I watch other writers spin and toil and cheer them on, but I don’t have the compulsion to race alongside them.
I don’t know how the change came about, but change it has nonetheless. And it is a good place.
The other day, I decided to splurge on my girls after two mornings of weeding and took them to get frozen yogurt. It dented my “guitar amplifier fund” but you know what, it was worth every penny.
I will still be singing years from now but my kids won’t be little for long.
I will still be writing my novels someday, but my kids want to live our story today.
This peace, this serenity is like a breath of cool morning air midst a lush garden: a quiet optimistic joy. Complete.
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