When everything is drawn and done. —vision.
Dreams from the bottom? Nobody but nobody can stop them. No, no one can stop them. Dreams from the bottom.
I see the universe in your eyes
When you don’t forget you were once a scrappy kid from Scranton and you hustle until your family is set when you’re gone. HUSTLE, like no one is awake. Day or night. Sunrise—sunset. Hustle quietly, when the lights are on and when the lights are off.
I’m living life in color. I’m not compromising that.
Writing and creating are a lot like making a special kind of sauce. It takes time. Put the flame low. Slowly stir in each ingredient. Real slow. Take your time. The real magic happens in the process. There is only one other thing I can think of that’s like writing and creating. It’s Love.
I’d rather be wrong while doing the right thing rather than wrong for not doing anything at all.
Angels are flying all around us. I feel their presence in the air and in the dirt. I feel that kind of protection and I’m good. No matter what is formed and created against me.
Everybody deserves a story to read.
Mute your moves. Move in silence.
Meet yourself right where you are. The rest handles itself.
Meet people where they are at in life. The rest handles itself.
We need to reframe our way of thinking. We shouldn't be asking will Johnny be ready for Kindergarten? Instead we should be asking ourselves if we are ready for him.
It’s really a rare thing to have a friend that changes your mind.
Brain Child. Making up stories from my brain since 1986.
Meet people where they are during life and on their journey...the rest handles itself.
It’s a really rare thing to have a friend that changes your mind
She wanted to and believed she could —so she did.
Yesterday I smiled. Tomorrow never came. And today is what I’m living.
We have to stop quantifying ourselves. Why as people do we identify our lives and a part of our identities as 20 something's or 30 something's. I am very much alive. I notice the heavy warm breeze, the blue of the sky, my chocolate kind of freckles that form from the warm sun...my god that sun. The warmth. I hear the sound of night. I recognize the vastness of the sky. The stars all those stars. Our lives are some kind of special. I'm done being so quick about it or so mundane about it. We are not chipmunks or squirrels in that way we can actually chew our food slowly. Taste the temperature of our drinks. Our lives are so short already. We are so small in this gigantic space sweating over small things as opposed to taking in the little things. There will always be something to do or something happening how we handle it is all the difference. We are small in such a huge colossal universe that somewhere someone bigger than us is probably laughing. Love. Eat well. Wonder. Just be...in the moment. Laugh. Spread joy. We are all works in progress. That is all xo
