Happiness is knowing the doodle got there.
How is it possible to feel like the day has been just dragging and is all too suddenly over at the same time?
I’d like to see the word pluck make a comeback. Not the verb, goodness know there are enough factory chicken farms to ensure that “to pluck” never disappears from the English language. I’m talking about the noun: Pluck – spirited and determined courage. I want to hear people admiring so and so’s pluck, I want to read about people showing their pluck and being recognized for it.
I’ll get the ball rolling: Crys has more pluck than she knows. Laurie carries her pluck with a lightness and grace that belies the depth of her mettle. And if you ever want to experience the energy density stored in one person’s pluck just tell Sherry she can’t do something 😉
And be sure to tune in next time for aplomb.
If you want life to be beautiful, start by accepting that life is beautiful already.
Growl of the day: Acquiring whitespace by burying common frequently used task buttons in an inconsistent and inharmonious design in the name of pursuing “minimalism” or “streamlining” succeeds at neither. It is failure. Please try again.
"I adore your doodles... I swear looking at those bunnies lowers my blood pressure, calms my mind and makes me smarter. Who needs meditation when there are bunnies?"
Facebook Status – January 10, 2014 at 02:38AM
I was informed that Diesel and I had quite a little snorus going on this evening. What’s a snorus? Well it’s like a chorus…