Today I was thinking about the fact that I can't sew a button. On anything. Before I got too down on myself, I thought of something I can do. I can decorate my house and make it cozy as can be. I can't parallel park to save my life. I can, however, teach little children to read. I can't crochet a pretty blanket, but I can make the best pot of homemade turkey soup around. I can't sing. At all. I can twirl a baton like a Miss America contestant.
The older I get, the less time I want to waste wallowing in negativity. I want to embrace what I can do and what I love doing. I want to be kind to myself. And celebrate the talents of those who can sew, park, crochet, and sing.
Happy Monday, my friends!