This year, I won’t dread the future or wait for it. I’ll enjoy the present. I won’t worry that the holiday season has come to an end. I’ll enjoy the now and the here.

I spend Saturdays worrying that Sunday is around the corner and my weekend will be gone. I’ll enjoy the weekend instead.

I spend evenings worrying that the next day will be busy. I’ll enjoy the evening sunset instead.

I spend time worrying that my dog will get sick and die. I’ll celebrate his life instead.

I love my now and my here. There’s no where I’d rather be and no one than I’d rather be with. My husband, my munchkin dog, my mad birds, and my silly fish–they’re my here, my now, my forever.


Sleep easy

I sleep easy. Is it because I’m tired or just ill from a bout of the flu?
Or could it be that my conscience is clear and my dreams are sweet?
I’d like to believe that my sleep is a doorway, through which I enter each night for a brief tête-à-tête with my mum and dad who hold my hand and give me the courage to face the next day with love, happiness, and sweet thoughts.
So, good night world! May you meet your angels tonight!