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Caution;

Artist at work

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I see cracks in your porcelain. And chips that leave places that do not shine. But I also see a one of a kind treasure. And that it is still beautiful. Worn and torn, but still my prize.

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I’ve taken all the doubts, theirs and mine, all of the not good enoughs, all of the “there’s always someone betters”, all of the “ you are not quite its”, and buried them in the dirt of my reborn soul. And now, I bloom

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Starting my Sunday, taking a little bit of inventory.

Just sitting here, second cup of coffee, and it’s got me thinking.

How lucky am I, more like blessed, to be right here, right now?

I’ve got a pot of white chili in the crock, I’ve got new paints in my art room, my old dogs are spread out on the floor, and I am thankful.

I’m just taking my own inventory.

I may not be rich, but I live a life that a lot of people would love to have.

I need to remember that when that light stays red too long.

When I think I am getting shorted on something that doesn’t really matter in the long run.

When somebody says something that isn’t right, and it makes me upset.

When I am feeling sorry for myself.

Because I have inventory.

My second cup tells me that.

My dogs snores tell me that.

My paints tell me that.

I am rich in spirit if not in wallet.

My inventory tells me that.

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Here we are, together again. Thing is, I think I am stuck on you. You? You think you are stuck with me. Either way, here I am.

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April showers,

bring me.

May I?

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What is the key?

Maybe the question itself is it’s own answer. Maybe the question that asks, what is the key to life, answers itself. By living life and finding what your answer is. By experiencing the what ifs and the what’s nexts, we learn the truth about the question. And that is, to simply live it. Live it and learn. Because there is no one answer.

You are.

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I want you to drink my words like I just poured them from a bottle. I want to intoxicate you with the taste. I want you to sip them with your eyes, as they get drawn into your body, and I want them to make you feel like every letter is 100 proof. Drink my words.

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Don’t do it for the money.

When you do, you don't enjoy it as much as if you did it for your own pleasure.

Slow down a little.

Life goes too fast to be in a hurry. There's a lot of good things that are happening all around you. Notice them. Some of those things just might be worth your time.

Let your feelings show.

It's not a crime to cry when you feel bad, or good. The tears can wash away the bad and water the good.

Find out what you're good at, and do it.

Every one of us are good at something. Whether it's drawing pictures, writing stories or being a shoulder for someone who needs it. You are good at something, find it and do it. For your own good.

Give back a little bit.

Nobody ever went poor by giving their time, and people need it.

Love a little.

Whether it's your partner or your kids or your parents or your dog, love the ones that have been there for you when you needed them. They'll be there again.

Take a walk on a pretty day with your dog. Notice how happy they are just to be with you. Little things that make a life better.

Enjoy every sandwich.

No explanation needed.

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Random

Sitting here in my truck before work, and I am wondering what is a perfect life? What have I missed that would make everything, everything?

Could I be rich? Would that be the answer?

Worldly? Because I have never travelled.

Beautiful, elegant? Is that the key?

And then I realize, maybe the perfect life is not to want. Maybe the fact that what I have is enough.

That I, am enough.

I have strived in my life to be as good as I can. In everything I do. I was a runner, I was a coach. I was a dad, I was a husband. An artist, a jokester. Never the best at any, but I was all. All of them.

I have finally determined, maybe the doing, maybe the being, maybe the trying, made me as close to perfect as I could be.

That the defeats, and the second guesses, and the second places, and the not good enoughs to be the best, have made me perfectly me.

That maybe, I haven’t missed anything, because I am doing it the way I do it.

That I am enough.

And that is perfectly fine.

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Two simple questions,

1) If you ran out of tomorrow's, would you make today any different?

2) Would you do something for yourself, or for somebody else?

No wrong answers.

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Maybe I hunt for the four leafed clovers,

because I want to feel lucky.

Not that the ones I find will make me lucky.

It’s just some time I wonder

what it feels like.

But what about the clover?

What happens to it?

Is it still lucky when it’s old and dry,

whithered up and unwanted?

The same way I feel before I find it…….

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Take a walk with me. Take a walk with me and I will write you a song. I’ll write you a song about sunny days and cool breezes. About holding hands and long looks. About green grass, blue skies, and you. Golden on the inside. The song will last. Forever. And even if we walk a path we have never seen, we’ve been there before. We’ve walked this way.

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She said, “do you think of me?“

And I said, “only in the morning. Only then. But sometimes when it’s late at night. And when I drive those long trips, short ones too. When we see each other and when we are apart. When I pull your sweater out of my drawer, and smell you still. When our song comes on. Or when my song comes on. When my phone rings, but also when it sits there waiting. When I take home someone new, but when I am home alone. Everytime I wish, and every time I want. I think of you sometimes when the day is bright and warm and breezy, or when its rainy out and the drip keeps time with my heartbeats. Only then……”

And she said, “I was your favorite?”

And I said, “let me think about that.”

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How many good things have happened to you or for you today?

Why do the negatives seem to outweigh the positives?

Why?

We spend so much time trying to ignore, overcome, sidestep, or concentrate on the bad moments in our lives, we overlook the good.

We shouldn’t.

Because in that good, however brief, we can find relief.

The bad moments extend themselves because we can’t seem to get passed them. They stay in our minds because we take them personal. Whereas the good seem short lived. They go away too quickly. We sometimes act like we do not deserve them.

We do.

Try to note every positive today. No negatives. Even if it seems trivial.

My boiled egg peeled perfectly at lunch. My orange was sweeter than usual. That traffic light that always gets me, was green today. My favorite song played and I sang it. Loudly. Little things that add up to a good day.

And, it is just noon!

Smile. It catches momentum.