I’m at my desk not wanting to start writing. Once I start there’s no stopping until the chapter’s done so I’m listening to Neil Diamond (yes, tragic) and savoring the sunshine pouring through my office windows. And reading my walls.
I have messages and cards and favorite photos tacked on two Happy Boards, and I’ve written about these boards before but they’re my visuals filled with all things good ranging from pics of my boys, great reviews, my RITA ribbons, cards from flowers received, and favorite sayings.
Some of those sayings are as simple as “Believe”, to a quote from Oprah that reads, “It makes no difference how many peaks you reach if there was no pleasure in the climb.”
Some of my kids artwork has been there years now, tacked under newer photos and pictures and sayings. And for the first time in a long time I read a card my one son gave me for Mother’s Day three years ago. He typed it in beginning computer:
“I think my mom is going to be better than my wife my mom takes me to Hawaii and lets me surf awesome and gets me a virgin strawberry daiquiri and takes me to Benihana.”
I love my four and five star reviews over at Amazon, love hearing that readers enjoy my books, love having people show up at my events but that card from my son says it all.
I’m going to be better than his wife.
Out of the mouth of babes.