Tuesday, October 18, 2016


     Today is all I’ve got. I will take the first step toward my goal. If I get buried in the sand along the way, I will know I’ve still got the shore in sight. I will feel the joy of the pristine sand as it tickles my toes, and I will recognize the lesson of the birds before me. Birds of a feather . . . I am flying solo. I won’t stand around with the crowd waiting. I will forge ahead, one shoe off always keeping the horizon in view. I will often limp from the twigs and shells in my path, but I have blue sky and emerald waters before me—the prize of a path worth traveling. Today, I will seek the wisdom of Mother Nature. I will push through the wind’s resistance, and I will embrace the thrill of the journey. Today, I will write the first chapter of my new book.