journal page 9.7.18
Will I ever grow up, probably not, there is a part of me that loves the creative fun of the October season. The leaves start to change colour, the air in the mornings is fresh and crisp. Makes for a happy me. OK I confess my preference in life is to living happy.
I know of one of you for sure, that is groaning and shaking her head as she sees this post. “it is still September ” she will moan. But giggle and groan, Boooo Whooooo, this is a smile per page.
PL Principle 12 I will get up pleasantly in the morning.
I will never tire of saying, be happy, make that your choice, and the goal you have for every day and night. When I play with my stickers, paints and ideas, I get right into it, it is about me, me little old me, enjoying myself. Let us not forget the stolen hours, checking out thrift shops and crafting places for the materials, It is not about spending, it is about searching out the hidden treasure that will work (maybe) to help in your redesigning of an old book, or putting colour down on a fresh blank canvas.
Norm the door opens, but once in, you are own your own to find a way out..
Take time to look beyond the immediate vista before you. Often you will discover there is a whole new “happening” within your reach and in your realm of possibilities.
The other day, I drove by a work site, and saw the mounds of earth, with their new growth. It rocked with me I loved it. So much so, that I went back and drove into the construction site, to take pictures.
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