I've been thinking a lot lately. Actually, I think a lot pretty much all of the time. As I've mentioned before, I'm really focused on living my own life ... the life I'm meant to live. I went to the library Saturday and picked up a bag full of books. While there, I happened upon the self help section. I'm not one to get all new agey, but a book just seemed to hop right off the shelf and into my arms. What book was it? The Hard Questions for an Authentic Life by Susan Priver. I figure it can't hurt, right? I haven't started it yet, but I have a brand new spiral bound notebook just waiting for me to pour my heart into it.
I've thought too much today, and don't really have a lot to say. That's a first. What I do have are a couple lovely pictures to share. A dear co-worker returned to work today after a long stay in Japan and brought back small gifts for us all. I chose this little fan. Fans like these remind me of my great-grandmother Josephine, who was never without one of her own, no matter where we were. The colors remind of one of the many house coats that she wore on a daily basis. Not a day goes by where I don't think of her, and see that the woman I am becoming is much like the woman she was. If only I could be just like her.