Today I sat down to look through some jars of old buttons I picked up yesterday from a junk shop, and also to write a bit about Katrina in my venting journal:
The buttons are pretty cool, about forty or fifty years old. Among the treasures in one of the jars I found a tiny scrap of paper with a word fragment that made me chuckle:
I decided to write a little inspirational manifesto around a picture of the rock I always carry in my pocket, and this was the result:
So what might have been another useless rant turned into something encouraging. I need to do more of that.