This month I wanted to focus on being thankful instead of grumbling and complaining about my uphill author battles, so I challenged myself to post about something I’m grateful for on Facebook and Instagram each day. I wake up eager each morning to share my thankful posts. Counting your blessings really does change your attitude.
Have you ever seen a person spin plates? I have. It is certainly a feat. One that I don’t think I could achieve. Yet inwardly, I do just that. In this new season of being an independent author, I find myself wondering how to balance life with the various hats that I wear. I imagine the hats like plates spinning on a pole. I am afraid that one or more will crash, or I will.
A Fall Poem: Autumn to Me
Cool crisp perfect
Colored hat glorious
Misty morning marvelous
Dead leaf crunch
Corn, buffet brunch . . .
I saw the leaves fall today…burnt sienna cigar twirls dancing in the crisp air.