I don’t always understand.
I’m not always understood.
I am perfectly imperfect.
Each day is a blank canvas and wonder and awe are my paint brushes.
The finished painting at the end of my day is my experience.
I see potential in problems.
I see opportunities in obstacles.
I see Love and the longing for love all around.
Everyday is a new experience. Everyday is rich with possibilities and opportunities.
This is my life. And I am grateful.
My wish for you:
May you see the extraordinary disguised in the everyday ordinary
May you enjoy the sunrise and sunset and every moment in between.
Now pick up those paint brushes and get painting. Your experience awaits.
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