I will not feel guilty for doing what the Spirit moves me to at any given time.
I will revel in the mindless work of plucking pine needles from fingers of moss.
I will lose myself in the monotony.
I will let my mind drift along meandering paths –
- not to the should’ve, could’ve, would’ves.
I will write for the pleasure of it,
- not the drudgery.
I will not let unfinished business ruin the relish of the deal on the table.
There is no sense in feeding our souls if we are constantly counting calories.
Gale Wright
/ May 5, 2015Yes, exactly this!
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Jennifer Butler Basile
/ May 5, 2015Thank you, Gale!
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ntexas99
/ May 6, 2015“There is no sense in feeding our souls if we are constantly counting calories.”
Brilliant! I’m absolutely certain this should be embroidered onto something. 🙂
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Jennifer Butler Basile
/ May 6, 2015Thank you! I may have to look into that!
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