I saw the book pictured above a while ago and every time I see it, those three words speak to me. I looked up the poem and I could relate to how Dickinson feels about poetry when I think about writing. The act of sitting down to write is one of the things that fills a constant need in me. Even before I started blogging, I did a lot of writing - I even wrote 2/3 of a book once upon a time. I love writing.
- A fresh notebook
- A new day
- An opportunity explored
- An idea
- A new year
Today I'm 38 years old and I have a great life. Every single item on the list of possibilities up there is currently in my possession and if they weren't, I'd figure out how to get it - especially opportunity. My family has come through so much over the last few years and we're in a really good place right now. Opportunities abound.
I like dwelling in possibility so much I think I'm going to do my best to never leave.
That's my birthday present to myself - possibility.