Tagged: goals
Poems – Even the Little Things.
When it comes to growth, even the little things have value; why not celebrate them?

Poems – What You Have.
Sure, we’ve all heard this a million times, but there’s nothing wrong with a little reminder. Live life for you and those around you…not for the things that surround you.

Library Lusting.
Something about this week’s space conjures warmth. Warm, calm feelings. Afternoon sunshine, coffee, tea, friends and family. It’s a simple space with small, thoughtful details, subtle accouterments, and large glass, allowing the nature to slip in seamlessly. There’s quiet here, and peace. And books. Let the daydreams commence.

Poems – Find Your Fit.
Find your own road. Do your own thing. If it doesn’t fit, don’t force it. Be who YOU want to be.

Poems – The Silence.
Silence has a voice too, if you’re tuned in to hear it.

Library Lusting.
Some rooms are cozy…some are minimally sparse…some evoke peace, some exude class…others just make you want to get down to business. This week’s space would inspire me to get all old school and break out the typewriter (yes, typewriter), light the ol’ pipe, throw a few ice cubes in the tumbler, and get to work. It’s a slightly cramped, lived in space, but it’s that worn ambiance that gives it a dose of true character. This room has seen and heard many stories; this room has life. It’s certainly a book lover’s room. Let the daydreams commence.
Library Lusting.
Freshness. In a word, this week’s space conjures up the word ‘freshness’. Maybe it’s the cool richness of the hardwood floor, or the warm natural light flushing in from the large windows. Either way, it is fresh, ambitious, creative, and far from ordinary. Books stacked all the way to a tiled ceiling, accompanied by comfy little bed. The perfect combination. If only the words in those books would visit the sleeper each night…what wonderful dreams they’d create. This is most certainly a book lover’s room. Let the daydreams commence.
Musings at Random – Happiness is a Choice.
Happiness is a choice, and now, more than ever, we should all lean on its shoulders. The world will sometimes break us down, but it’s up to us to rebuild stronger. Brick by brick. Moment by moment, because we can.
What we choose to see, what we choose to believe, and what we choose to project becomes our ethos. We ultimately become what we choose to manifest. Hate life? Watch out – it might hate you back. Hate your job? With that mentality, you’ll never escape the negativity.
And so on it goes, into our relationships, our well being, and our overall mindset. What we choose to think – to believe – directly affects our quality of life. It directly impacts how we live, how we react, who we choose to spend our time with, what we choose to accept and tolerate, and how far we’re willing to go in order to make a change for the better.
You see, happiness is a choice. It’s not a guarantee or a foregone conclusion. And as such, it’s essentially never set in stone; money won’t buy it, good genes won’t cultivate it, and a great job won’t secure it. We do.
And it only happens when we decide to pursue it, embrace it, accept it, live it, project it, and lastly, manifest it.
Poems – Free Dreams.
Kids don’t expect their dreams to come crashing down in flames – dreams should be an obstacle free zone. Dream freely.

Poems – Random.
I’ve been trying to drill my way through a massive slab of writer’s block lately, so here’s a little random word sketching that I scribbled out to get the wheels turning. Thanks for reading.



