
Day 274
All cozy up in bed, starting a new book. It's fall here and we still have the windows open in the bedroom. I love it when the room is freezing and I"m all cozy under blankets. It's the best.
You're a fantastic person on an exciting journey, in the middle of creating a life that you want. If I were you, I wouldn't put up with that negative voice in your head. You deserve better.
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with their imagination.
Shut out the world for just a moment.
Failure is only the opportunity to begin again more intelligently.