What if I decide my life is fine? What if there’s nothing to fix, no huge changes to make? What if there’s just a little goal each day to appreciate the ripe strawberries in the refrigerator, or notice the yellow butterfly flying alongside me for half a block? Is it less of a life if the best part of my day was melting salty butter on warm sourdough and savoring the taste? What if at the end of my life, I realize these small things are what I was meant to aim for, to cherish? Not accomplishments or accolades or paychecks. What if as I pass away, I am just grateful that each day, I looked deep into the dog’s eyes and felt wonder?
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Dear Julie,
One of the dear women in my writing community sent this poem my way and it touched me deeply. I loved it so much, I shared it this morning with my writing community and we used it as a "spark" for our own writing. Such beautiful words.
And reading a bit about your story moves me to tears...
Thank you so much for showing up. It matters so much.