Dear Life, you are exhausting at times. You throw more tantrums than I have ever known possible. You slow down, you speed up, you take time and give time. Sometimes there is sunshine and other times there are storms. So I try to break it up a little, take risks, love a lot, and find comfort in trying new things. But you are never the same, Life, always changing, always keeping me guessing. So I will live you, Life, to my absolute potential.
There are little pieces of happiness and they are scattered through your day. So
take a basket with you as you step outside, fill it up with all the little pieces, and
bring it back inside. Take a moment, just by yourself, take out all of the pieces,
and place them on your shelf.