✨ KITTING AROUND ✨
BLOG 344–Every Day, Pretend it is Your Last Day Alive
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
Life isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime—It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade!
I write, create, and share so that we can pause together, look at LIFE differently, and grow taller on the inside. My mission? To demonstrate that living differently and living better is not only possible—it’s essential.
My Story in a Nutshell (with Extra Sprinkles) :
♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, still loving, still lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc
✨Lessons From the Road ✨
The past?
It’s a wise old guide.
Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.
Because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered on the wind.
The future?
That’s a playful trickster.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it.
Shape it — Claim it.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not … so why not be dazzling when it does?
And the present?
Ah, this is your playground >>
Throw glitter in the air.
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.
The Stuff that Turns “Just Surviving” into Thriving.
“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader
WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG?
✨ Life is a dazzling, untamed kaleidoscope—too vibrant, too quirky, too electric to keep to myself! Each post is a burst of ideas, stories, and hard-won wisdom, sparkling like confetti from epic adventures, glorious fumbles, and that stubborn spark that just won’t quit.
PROOF!
✨Every change I walk through is proof: I can adapt, I can rise, I can keep shaping life into something brighter. These shifts aren’t setbacks—they’re upgrades, invitations to keep growing, to keep building a body and spirit that can carry me farther. You can do the same!
I’VE MET CHANGE TOO MANY TIMES.
CHANGE DOESN’T SCARE ME ANYMORE.
EVERY SINGLE TIME, I COME OUT STRONGER!
MAKE ANY CHANGES YOU CAN TO MAKE YOUR LIFE BETTER!
THE BEAM
Change boldly. Aim for magnificence.
Fear? That’s dead weight.
Courage is the fuel for living.
You don’t get a rerun of this life—so advance, evolve, reinvent.
I’m not some drill sergeant barking at you—I’m the flashlight buddy.
THE MAP?
Forget the stiff, folded kind.
Your’s is a wild canvas.
You weren’t built for beige.
You were wired for fizz.
For fireworks.
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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >>
✨ Here’s your cue:
✨ Say yes to the encore.
✨ Step out. Make it blaze!
✨ Let your story sparkle louder.
✨ Your Life is waiting for its next showstopping twist.
✨Make your next chapter a firework that refuses to fizzle.
BLOG 344–Every Day, Pretend it is Your Last Day Alive!
“Every Sunrise, Treat It Like Your Grand Finale — and Go Out in Fireworks.”
Live With Fierce Intention
Every dawn, stare down your day and ask: If these were my final hours, would I dare waste them? Don’t shuffle through—choose boldly. Live like the clock is roaring in your ear, demanding you act. Remember that the clock never stops. 
Prioritize Your People
Don’t just recognize who matters—show them. Speak the words you’ve swallowed. Pour gratitude like gasoline and watch your bonds ignite into something unforgettable. Tomorrow isn’t promised, but right now is burning hot in your hands. Move forward with this heat.
Don’t Trip Over Pebbles
If you live each day as if it were your last, you won’t get tangled in petty drama or waste energy on bruised egos. Life’s too short to trip over small pebbles when there are mountains to climb. When the clock feels finite, you laser in on what actually matters. That’s the real heart of the saying.
What It Really Means
Living each day as if it were your last doesn’t call for recklessness—it’s a call to aliveness. Prioritize your tasks and your people. Chase the passions that set your chest on fire. Savor the ridiculous miracle of being alive in the first place. Find the drive in you and push it!
⚡ How to Live It Boldly
Say the words you’ve been holding back—gratitude, love, forgiveness, wild dreams.
Take risks that scare you a little. Fear is a compass, not a cage.
Laugh harder. Dance bigger. Create louder.
The Encore Mindset
Be honest—with yourself, with others. Give your best effort as if the curtain’s about to fall. Then bow out knowing you didn’t leave the stage half-sung. Every sunrise is your standing ovation. Step into it. You only have a limited number of sunrises — START NOW!
️ Push Yourself
Instead of just getting through the day, play with it. Crank your morning like it’s a festival opener. Test your courage with a silly dare. Turn a trip to the store into a juggling act, a sidewalk into a stage, or dinner into an experiment gone gloriously right. Play in life!
Clay?
Every moment is raw clay—soft, waiting for fingerprints.
Shape it. Smash it. Start again.
Play with your clay.
The only wrong move is not touching it at all.
Joy Spreads Fast.
Your laughter ricochets.
Your courage sparks others.
Your glitter makes the whole room shine brighter.
️ SO—HOW CAN YOU FLIP TODAY FROM ORDINARY TO EXTRAORDINARY?
=====WORDS AND QUOTES THAT SPARK====
Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.
A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >>
Steve Jobs: “If you live each day as if it were your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right. Every morning I look in the mirror and ask myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?'”
Ray Charles — “Live each day like it’s your last, ’cause one day you’re gonna be right”
Oprah Winfrey — “Living in the moment means letting go of the past and not waiting for the future. It means living your life consciously, aware that each moment you breathe is a gift”.
Marcus Aurelius — “Do every act of your life as if it were your last”
Elton John.—”Live for each second without hesitation”
Mae West—”You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough”
Randy Pausch — “I am going to keep having fun every day I have left, because there is no other way of life. You just have to decide whether you are a Tigger or an Eeyore”.
Marcus Aurelius — “Do every act of your life as if it were your last”.
Seneca — “Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life”.
He also wrote, “The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today.
And, “Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life”
And, “The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today.”
Eleanor Roosevelt– “The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
Jennifer Burger – “Life needs to be experienced fully, not only in its sweetest, easiest moments. This is what mindfulness is all about—being here and now, with pure awareness of our experiences.”
Leo Babauta – “Be a curator of your life. Slowly cut things out until you’re left only with what you love, with what’s necessary, with what makes you happy.”
Maya Angelou –”If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.”
STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR THE SOUL.
MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift in an instant—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
Chase awe like it’s oxygen.
⚡ Spill joy like it’s confetti.
♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
☔ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, your glittering messes, your full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.
9/27 — I just went out to do some club juggling and running. Neither did very well.
A few months ago, I performed significantly better than I do now.
I will have to find more stuff to help with my asthma.
Give up juggling and running?
That would be hard.
Makes me sad.
I’m also trying to learn investing through my new friend, Julia. I did terribly at that, too. This is a woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, but I am really down on myself. Currently, I am not enjoying life much at all.
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9/28 —Today I stepped outside again with my clubs, ready to juggle and run. It wasn’t my finest day. A few months back, I was flying — Juggling was going better. My lungs, hmm, tug at me now, my body whispers limits. Asthma is a tricky dance partner. But I’m not done learning the steps.
A quirk of mine: whenever I write about juggling, I always pair the number with the prop. Three clubs is 3 clubs. 15 balls. Not “fifteen balls,” but 15 balls. A little precision in the poetry. Numbers matter. They dance too. (Will you be the first to juggle 15 balls?)
Giving up juggling and running?
That’s not a door I’m eager to close.
These aren’t just hobbies; they’re part of my heartbeat.
Meanwhile, Julia — my bright new guide into the world of investing — is teaching me lessons of numbers and patience. My first tries have been clumsy. I’ve stumbled. But I’m still in the room, still learning. I have yet to tell her I have no interest in screenshots or investing right now.
When we are together, the idea will take hold of me, bringing success in investing.
I want to do what pleases her, but it must also please me.
Currently, I am taking care of myself and trying to maximize the benefits of where I am now >>
https://www.brainline.org/resource/neurorestorative-florida-avalon-park.
I’ll be honest: Life doesn’t feel like fireworks right now. But this may be the in-between moment before the next burst—the lull before the lift-off. I’m writing it down here, not to complain but to remind myself: every dip, every misstep, is part of the story worth telling. And the story isn’t over.
Juggling invited me to go outside and throw things around, but the rain said no.
Nice, sunny Florida?
I say no, it is not.
The rain has been falling often since I moved here.
9/29—Adventures in Trash, Therapy, and Clubs ♂️✨
Most nights, I haul my trash can into the bedroom like it’s a VIP guest. Why? To save a bag, of course. Waste drives me nuts—especially when there’s hardly anything in the trash bag. But last night? I forgot. Gasp! A lonely bag sacrificed itself to the trash gods. Not cool. Resources matter, even in the tiny things.
Last week was lighter in terms of therapy sessions.
Which means less driving but more time to dedicate to this blog.
Silver lining? Yes.
And then there’s Julia. Our messages are growing like vines—green, reaching, alive. There’s an affection budding between us, strong but uncertain, full of mystery and maybe’s. I want to be with her, oh yes. But first? I’m still in the rehab hospital, piecing myself back together, one session at a time.
OT with Terrie
She put me on the “hunt-and-peek” board—a giant 4’x5′ screen of flashing dark dots. You get seconds to spot and tap them. I compared this before to Wake-a-Mole. I’m not exactly a fan. Terrie knows this. I endure it anyway.
Speech with Dino
Then Dino shows up, walking me back to my room like a wingman with stories. He thinks I should republish Juggling with Finesse. Imagine—sales soaring again! Over 25,000 copies already out there, hands juggling, hearts inspired. Maybe it’s time for round two.
PT with Maryann
The clock ticked toward 2 pm. With Maryann, I tried some club juggling. It was … well … not a pretty sight. 3 clubs became chaotic. My past self could juggle 7 clubs with finesse. Now? I’m stunned by how clumsy I’ve become. But hey—that shock means the spark is still alive. Improvement is possible.
She suggested we go to my room so I could show her my new exercises. She made some good suggestions that I will be implementing. Then we went outside for a walk. A wise lady she is, I’ve gained much from her.
9/30—Because I am taking a drug to help me sleep, it worked, awakening about 4 am, that’s a long sleep for me. Right away, I came to work on this blog, moving things and editing, and perhaps removing something because it wasn’t the perfect message.
I am not paid to write my blog; I do it for you and for me. Getting these words together is a tremendous help in my life. While I enjoy writing, I work on this blog to make it perfect each time, as well as to ensure that each post is unique. Have you noticed?
You can never say that you are bored and have nothing to do. Start your own blog today. Have you thought about starting yours? I am here to help; let me know. Boredom should not be part of your vocabulary. Go out and clean something if you have nothing to do.
The doors on the apartments are set up to close automatically. I dislike being behind a closed door, so I bought a stopper to prevent the door from closing. There is also Marlene, who comes to clean the place about once a week. However, I do keep my place very tidy, so there isn’t much cleaning to do here.
10:30–Every week, a group goes out for a walk in the area, usually covering about a half-mile. Today, it was only John and me with Maryann. From the past, I learned that I should have a bag with me to pick up any rubbish I see. We could do something while we are out on our tour.
At 11 am, there is a group called the Yoga Group. It is basically stretching, which I do in my room on my padded rug. So I don’t attend this group. I do enjoy connecting with people, but I also have other groups to attend. However, this group is not my cup of tea (green tea, I drink two huge cups a day).
So, the only therapy group today will be Dino and speech at 1:30. I’m unsure who to contact about setting up additional therapy sessions, but it needs to be done. As I’ve written, I want to get as much out of this place as I can.
A strange feeling has come over me; I have no interest in juggling. This skill has been such a massive part of my life throughout, but right now, I don’t care. My current focus is on writing this blog and striving for excellence with my words. Does it show?
I’ve just realized that there is so much more to life than just juggling. That I can no longer juggle has been heartbreaking. The absence of laughter from audiences, the skill that I miss so much, is the main thing I’ve known in my life. All fading away from my body and my mind.
What’s next for Kit? The thought deadens me. I have at least 40 more years in front of me. Where will I go, what will I become? I plan to live beyond the age of 100. Who will join me on this epic journey of aging? For the future, I look forward to welcoming Julia into my life, as she brings me joy.
I am dropping into a void that no audience’s laughter or applause could ever fill. I am finding it lonely here, still hoping Julia will fill that void. Am I a pale shadow of what I once was? My resilience is still there, look for it (as I will.)
10/1—Julia often asks if I slept well. I have to say, last night I did not. I awoke about 1 am thinking about her, and could not get back to sleep.
Today, we headed to https://cleantheworld.org/. Only a couple of us today. We counted the soap and put it in a box. A little boring, but it was only for a couple of hours. We volunteer to do this; it’s a good thing this company does. Take a look at their website.
After we were taken to a nice restaurant for lunch, I had a tasty chicken taco, which was hard to eat without my lower teeth. And, I have a problem with my esophagus that occurred at the restaurant. At times, food gets caught in my throat, and I have to gag to try to get it out. That is why I went into the bathroom.
I have surgery next month to help with this. They will put me under (under what?), and then a tube is inserted into my throat and inflated to expand my esophagus. Next, hopefully, the throat holds that position. I’ve had the surgery two other times, but it came back again.
10/2 — Turning Small Moments Into Big Wins
This morning, Jim from maintenance installed a new shower head I ordered. A small change, yes—but life is built on these upgrades. Every improvement, no matter how minor, is a testament to our drive to live better. Tomorrow, that first shower will be more than water—it’ll be renewal, a reminder that progress can be as simple as twisting on something new.
Therapy took a creative turn. I led my group of four in juggling techniques. Some balanced a peacock feather, others tossed scarves into the air. Play is actually training the brain, developing skills such as hand-eye coordination, focus, rhythm, and persistence. Studies show juggling strengthens neural connections, improves concentration, and even builds resilience. It’s not just circus tricks—it’s life skills in motion.
At 11am, it was BINGO time. Easy to dismiss, but here’s the truth: activities like this sharpen memory, boost social connection, and give people structure. That sense of community matters more than the game itself. I stayed—not for the prizes, but to be present. Sometimes the win isn’t in what you get, but in simply showing up.
From 1:00–2:00, Maura guided me through OT with a grocery ad newspaper search. But, talk about boring, boy. On the surface, dull. But dig deeper: scanning for items strengthens visual pathways, organizing information builds mental clarity, and finishing the task proves endurance. Rehabilitation is rarely glamorous, but the brain grows through repetition. Just as planting seeds yields a harvest later, so too does it.
Good Afternoon
The afternoon gave me time with my best tool—my mind. Research, learning, and writing for this blog filled the hours until dinner. Each day I refine these words, making them stronger, more transparent, more valuable. Growth isn’t just physical—it’s intellectual, emotional, and creative.
I just watched a story about someone placed in a nursing home, stripped of choice, their independence fading into the walls. Too often, older people enter because they seem to have no other option. And once inside, it can feel as if they’ve vanished—out of sight, out of mind. That truth aches. Death comes.
But here’s the flip: it’s also a call to live with fire now. To keep deciding, choosing, shaping life while you can. To stretch every day into color. Age doesn’t have to mean disappearance—it can mean defiance, reinvention, late-stage brilliance. Be with me and live beyond the age of 100!
Grow gardens instead of shrinking rooms.
Learn something wild at seventy that you never dared at thirty.
Stay loud, playful, curious—make vanishing impossible.
Where I am now is sort of like a nursing home—yikes! But let me be clear: no one will ever take control of my decisions. Life may offer the option of fading, but I refuse to disappear. I will keep writing this blog to stay visible, to keep you inspired, to live with sparkle, stubborn joy, and the kind of presence that refuses to be erased. And beyond all this, I’m looking forward to starting my new life with Julia.
Yikes! I just ate dinner and, earlier, I wrote about my throat problem. Dinner did not go well.
10/3 — Bright Spots in a Confined Space
Last night, I actually slept well—right up until 4 a.m.—and that’s a small victory I’ll take. Good sleep is fuel, and I woke up with some spark in my step.
By 9:00 a.m., I was with Terrie again. We reviewed what I’d worked on yesterday with Maura. She pointed out areas where my focus and visual scanning could still sharpen. That’s not defeat; that’s a roadmap. Terrie isn’t just naming deficits—she’s handing me keys to unlock the next level. My task now? Make these things matter enough to me that I do the work.
And yes, I’m still plotting how to break free from this place and move on with my life. But first? Lasagna. Because sometimes freedom looks like a forkful of bubbling, cheesy joy.
Today, Terrie and I found a lasagna recipe that made us both hungry. She had me write it out and list all the ingredients—no “it” allowed, full detail. Later, we’ll go shopping together for the supplies. Cooking isn’t just food; it’s therapy disguised as flavor.
Since my accident in 1982, I’ve learned how to navigate walls, setbacks, and naysayers. People are often surprised at how well I’ve done, but I’m not—I know stubborn joy is my superpower. Like everyone, I have things to work on, but I’ve always found a way to overcome them.
Here at NR, I’m not allowed to cross the street to the lovely park to juggle or run; someone is always with me. It’s reminiscent of the month I once spent behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. But even in tight spaces, I’ve learned how to stretch my spirit.
Three meals a day, a bed to sleep in, no costs—it’s not freedom, but it’s a base camp. My computer is my lifeline. Through it, I reach the world and you, my readers. Freedom—I’ve tasted it, and I’ll taste it again.
This morning, two therapists and seven patients gathered for an 11:00 speech/OT session. We were told to write thank-you cards. I can see how that helps some people here. For me, it was another chance to work on my blog—my thank-you to the world.
Today was just an hour and a half of therapy. I’m hoping for more. Being here is helping me, even if I don’t always show it. This is a trade: some freedom now for more strength later. That’s an investment in my future self, and I’m all in.
10/3—A good sleep until about 4 am, I feel good about that.
Starting at 9:00 a.m. with Terrie, we reviewed what I had done the previous day with Maura. Terrie pointed out things I still need to work on. I still have deficits in my focus and visual scanning.
Terrie is identifying deficits I should address before I enter the world. It is mainly a matter of my making things important enough to deal with. Now I just have to figure out how to break free from this place and move on with my life. However, I do want to stay for the lasagna.
Today, Terrie and I found a recipe for a lasagna that looks good. She had me write out the recipe and list the necessary items. Later, we will go to the store and purchase items to make it (I’ve always told people not to use the word “it”, because you can always go into detail and explain better without “it”). So, sorry I didn’t.
I have to write, since my accident in 1982, I’ve gotten along fine. I did have some problems, as most people do, but I always found a way around them. People, in my past, were surprised at how well I did. Yes, like most people, I do have some things I need to work on.
While here at NR, I am not even permitted to go across the street to the lovely park to juggle or run; someone is always with me. I’ve written before about this being similar to my experience in jail; perhaps you now understand why. Yes, I had to spend a month behind bars for a false crime.
Yes, I get three meals a day, somewhere to lay my head, and have no costs, but is it worth it? Having my computer is my lifeline; I’m grateful to have it. This allows me to be exposed to the world through the internet, and I can also share this blog with you. Freedom–I’ve tasted it before.
Two therapists and seven patients participated. I. I just returned from an 11:00 session in speech–ot. People were told to write a thank-you card to someone. I see how this can be beneficial for some people here, but me? I worked on my blog while I was there.
Today I only had one and a half hours of therapy. We can increase that. I may not always show it, but I think that being here is beneficial for me. So, it’s a matter of sacrificing my freedom to be here. I am all for it, but I long for more help.
The Garden of Becoming
The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.
You plant.
You nurture.
You harvest.
You begin again.
Each sprout is a whispered promise.
Each bloom, a standing ovation.
Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.
Why We Garden
1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.
2–Your heart beats healthier for it.
3–Stress dissolves like dew in morning sun.
4–Happiness takes root and spreads.
5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.
6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.
7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.
8—Food you grow makes your body glow.
9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.
10–Families deepen together.
11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.
12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.
Pulling a carrot from your own earth isn’t just food—it’s triumph wrapped in crunch. A declaration that patience, soil, and a little faith can produce flavors no store can sell. Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil perfuming your hands, strawberries gleaming like rubies beneath their crowns—miracles disguised as everyday bites.
And the enchantment doesn’t end outside. Indoors, life sneaks into any crack of light it can find. Herbs on the sill glow like emerald lanterns. Mason jars turn into miniature jungles. A stray pot of mint dares you to taste the freshness in your water glass seconds after plucking. Growth improvises, adapts, insists.
A salad bar sprouting within arm’s reach of your sink.
A curtain of green where once was bare glass.
And tiny jungles humming in corners of your home.
Growth never truly stops—it just shifts form. Begin with a pot, a box, a borrowed square of dirt. Watch what happens, not only to the soil, but to you as well. Because in caring for life, you’ll find your own edges softened, your clock slowed, your days reminded of this truth:
Life itself is one vast garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.
My Next Chapters
I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I’ve got at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love in me.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve been postponing.
What’s your next spark?
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do this week that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”
YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK:
See your life differently.
You only have a short time on earth.
Make the world a better place with what you have done.
Next week >> BLOG 345–Do You Read or Just Look at Words?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?
Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!
