Everything is beautiful at this very moment. My wife is sick with our second child-to-be, asleep on the couch, but still sick. Our dauter is asleep, for the moment. I am thinking about the future, both mine and ours.
I believe that I have the power to create anything that I can conceive. That opportunities abound. This is not ficion. I know it to be true.
When did it get so fun to just be with others that you choose?
The more an more I think about my next steps, the greater my sense of hope increases. It is not in looking toward a goal that I find happiness. It is in seeing the passionate struggle as the best part if my day. Because it is.
I know that this is not my normal style of blogging, but I am always telling my students to push the boundaries of your niche. So, I guess I am pushing mine. As I blog from the one and only bathroom in my house and plan for a house big enough to see my children graduate from high school (whatever that may look like), I wanted to let everyone hat reads my blog know that I saw a good day today, and I have no reason to believe hat tomorrow will be any different.