It’s literally
sixty-five degrees outside (for WNY—that’s amazing) and I’m in here—writing. Not
that I’m complaining, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Something comes alive
in me when I write, something I didn’t even know was dying until I sit down and
start. I know other people feel the same way. I’ve seen my nephew’s face when
he sits down at the piano stool, seen my daughter’s eyes as she sees something
that makes her grab her camera. Is it just creative people who are like that?
Do accountants feel the thrill when the numbers all align? I have no idea. I
hope so. Everyone should feel this alive.
Have a
great weekend.
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