My Day
I went out that day in my red cape
and smiled at everyone I met.
I planted flowers.
I sang songs to old people
(they seemed to like my wedgie one best.)
I took the stairs instead of the elevator.
I “wrote love letters to the world,”
signing them with kisses of hope and inspiration.
I forgave everybody who had ever hurt me.
I became grateful for every single thing in my life,
and I still am. Grateful, that is.
Even for the yucky stuff,
for the yucky stuff is our best teacher.
Jannie Funster July 2009
1 comment:
That's a good day.
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