Never give up on yourself. As long as you don’t, you’ll get to where you want to be.
Words carry your heart to those in need.
It’s such a cliché when we say,
“Life’s too short”
but it’s so, so true
Take the time to stop
and enjoy what life has to offer
Play till your muscles ache,
laugh till you cry,
smile till it hurts
Just do everything and anything
while you can
you’ll find yourself being too old
when you’re ready to have fun
Put limits and boundaries aside and just imagine. Set your mind free and unleash the writer within.
As a writer,
your words are
the most powerful tools in your arsenal
so strive to
use them to
and most of all
use it to
spread love, joy and laughter
“You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore for you to be happy.”
If God gives you a dream,
don’t let the world
beat it out of you
knowing you can reach your goal
have the determination to complete your journey,
put the work in,
and have the passion
to sustain your inner confidence
Don’t dwell in the past,
don’t fret about the future,
stay in tune to the here and now
because it helps to focus your attention
and makes the next step
to moving forward easier
As a child growing up, I saw my father as a strong, strict, disciplinarian that was in charge of raising four children. But as the years passed, he was much more than that. My dad was a teacher, a sage that taught me useful skills and unknown life hacks that I still use to this day.
As a teenager moving at 90 mph into adulthood, my dad became a therapist that imparted wise advice and guidance that helped me make major decisions in shaping my outlook on life. In addition, he was also a positive cheerleader that gave unyielding support in all my endeavors.
As we both grew older, my father’s stern exterior was soon softened and a nurturing side developed when he spent time with his grandchildren. Through my children’s eyes, I saw a man that would do goofy things for a laugh and a smile, give comforting hugs in times of sadness and instill a sense of goodness whenever possible.
My dad may not be as strong as before and he may not have new knowledge to impart on me, but he continues to be supportive and extremely generous in his own unique way.
Growing up having him as a father, is truly a gift. I could not be more proud and honored to be called his son. And I am carrying on the tradition of imparting his traits onto my children and hopefully become like my father…the man that I now idolize and adore.
A writer’s essence
comes through the page
when the reader
laughs, cries, scowls,
smiles or cheers
The reader’s emotions embody
everything that has come forth
from the writer’s inner voice
When this happens,
when this symbiotic rapport occurs,
then the art of writing
truly becomes fulfilled