I woke up early today, forgot my journal in our van. I went outside and spent some extra times staring at the stars and listening to the night sounds of summer.
A thought came to mind looking up at the stars: the dreams and wishes we cast to them in our own private hopes. It made me wonder how different the effects of our well-wishes might be if we shared them first to whom they’re meant—spouses, kids, friends, whoever in our lives inspires such a thought—instead of speaking them to stars? That’s what this one is about, the idea of sharing well-wishes direct instead of sending them to stars.