Bob Ross was a beautiful genius.

He made people believe they could

Paint.

Create.

Laugh.

Love.

And view the world through an optimistic lens.

I dressed up my dog as Bob this Halloween

and I think he would chuckle at that

because he seemed like the kind of guy

who made time for laughter each and every day.

While the costume is silly

I made it with joy and admiration for the type of person

who seems few and far between these days.

May we all be quicker to quiet our thoughts

and slower to judge the actions of others.

bob ross

The original

CoCo Halloween 2018

The imitator.

This is the third (#3) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these posts in no set time frame.

If you’re interested in learning more about Bob Ross, I’d encourage you to watch this documentary. You won’t regret spending the time doing so.

Written by Heidi Woodard

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Acceptance

October 25, 2018

Acceptance is a tricky thing.

To feel as if you’ve done all you can.

To question if there is more to give.

Have you lived and loved and led enough?

Have you cut a corner here or there to maintain sanity?

As the autumn air turns brittle and cold

and you watch the sun retreat while dark shadows grow

you consent to the realization that another day is gone.

If you’re fortunate enough to appreciate it’s more important

to value all living things than it is to evaluate every little thing

you accept the gracious gift that fills your soul.

autumn leaves

This is the second (#2) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these posts in no set time frame. If I follow into the same pattern of trying to reach a resolution (in comparison to diet or exercise aspirations), I may decide to throw in the towel prematurely and move on to other pursuits. Humor me while this writing trend lasts. Thanks for reading.

Written by Heidi Woodard

This damn dog

October 22, 2018

This damn dog may be the death of me

while breathing life into every moment of my day.

With no appreciation of who is master and who is follower

she yanks me like a rag doll around the neighborhood

yet also gives me a reason to want to walk again.

Those who pass are equally entertained and concerned with her antics.

I tell her I love her and ask about her day.

She leads me to believe I am the sole reason for her existence.

My fuzzy ball of fury is both devoted and demanding.

A faithful friend for eternity.

CoCo

This is the first (#1) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these posts in no set time frame. If I follow into the same pattern of trying to reach a resolution (in comparison to diet or exercise aspirations), I may finish about 14 of them total before I decide to throw in the towel and move onto other pursuits. Humor me while this writing trend lasts by reading and commenting if you feel so inclined.

Written by Heidi Woodard