
Painting by my daughter
It’s hard not to try to cram every moment
of significant importance into every day.
I would argue it’s even harder to stop and appreciate
what others may gloss over as insignificant.
I woke up today and, although sleep deprived,
I know I have my loved ones still here with me.
I have a house and a dog.
I have a car to take me to the job I am blessed to keep.
I choose to remember that my earnings
do not translate into my value.
The quality of relationships greatly outweighs
the quantity of casual connections.
I am loved.
This is the eighth (#8) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write.
My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!
Written by Heidi Woodard