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Whittling

 
I am awake, I am alive, and today… the journey continues as I whittle away at the ambitious To Do List I set yesterday. Two more things… and done.

I smile at the phrase, for any mention of the word “whittle” invokes memory of Dad, armed with an unimpressive pocketknife, turning some discarded branch or piece of wood into something to cherish.

Such was my Dad, making amazing out of very little. Dad approached each walk in our small town with the excitement of one embarking on a jungle excursion. He found SO much pleasure in the little things and I watched, and I learned.

So today, I’m gonna whittle – turning tasks into dreams fulfilled, turning blank pages into proposals, blank screens into emails, thoughts into actions.

Why?

Because I’m my Daddy’s daughter too. Feel free to consider yourself adopted if you so choose. Daddy would have loved that.
 

I love you!
HUGSSSSSSSSSSS

Sandi
 

***This is an excerpt from Sandi’s most recent book, “I am Awake …”. available for purchase on her website or Amazon***