I wish every day was as hopeful as a sunny Sunday afternoon in February. Everything is possible, and nothing is necessary. Do I move forward with a household project, or take a nap? Do I walk around the block in a trail of sunshine, or write an essay? All of the answers, and all of my choices, lead to an open door marked BLISS.
A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea.
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A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea. 
“Hopeful” is the key word here, I think.
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Always!
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So what happened? They all sound pretty nice to me.
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No walk, but I cleaned, napped, wrote, edited a book manuscript. A lovely day!
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