I like beginning my days writing. I enjoy ending them the same. Maybe it is wasted time, but if there is something small and simple that gives joy and draws expressions of good, why should we be deterred? Writing, however plain and simple its creation, brings me joy and adds brightness to my day. I like to think, some days, what I share might do the same for another. Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t, but what does it hurt to hold an innocent (even if foolish) hope?
Whether it does or doesn’t, I am grateful when one reads. I am grateful to share if someone seeks to receive. This is on my mind, what I put to page, as I think…and write…again.