richelle-goodrich

Your body and spirit, subconscious and conscious__very portion of you recognizes home. _That is why on the moment of arrival, your entire being relaxes into a contented puddle of joy.

The place where you continually return for love and acceptance__hat's home.

Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you think it is.

Five truly effective prescriptions to remedy a bad day. (You can't overdose.)__ray; discuss your troubles with God.__ist your blessings. (The blue sky, soft cookies, warm socks, etc.)__all your mom.__isit an animal shelter and hug a lonely cat.__isit a nursing home and hug a lonely grandparent.

I am grateful for the rare opportunities to look at my circumstances from a higher perspective, one detached from the dim outlook I normally insist on seeing. These periodic glimpses show me life's grandeur.

Yes, happiness is dependent upon misery. For we all feel a swell of happiness after our circumstances improve from a misery recently suffered.

Personal problems appear big because we press our nose to the glass to observe them. This only serves to magnify our troubles. The problems of others we tend to view at a reasonable distance from the window, making their woes and bothers appear ordinary. Too bad we don't naturally take a few steps back before considering our own plight.

I don't understand why when I wish for happiness it inevitably rains. However, I do tend to find myself grateful for sunlight once the storm ceases.

Patience is seeing each step as a journey rather than seeing a journey as a thousand steps.

There is a sky full of stars aplenty, and all you can babble about is a cold, little rock we call the moon. This is how it is with petty problems that exist too close to us.

It is a great mystery to me how the problems of others seem like simple arithmetic while my own appear as complicated as a calculus equation.

Sometimes a problem isn__ really a problem but the solution in disguise.

Optimism: That effervescent, blindingly- bright, perky, chipper,_twittering quality you want to squash out of annoying people.

Laugh as if it's funny, embrace as if it's love, and smile anyway.

A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper.

A closed book will lie there like a dead horse. But an open book will kick, buck, and bolt through perceived adventures like a wild and free stallion. So hold on.

Be true to the writer within you; tell the story you're dying to tell in exactly the way you wish to tell it, and don't trust anyone who tries to sway you otherwise.

I love snowflakes simply for the reason that each one is unique__onidentical to zillions of crystalized counterparts. _It's a difficult notion to wrap your brain around, and yet it reminds me that amidst the innumerable stories told throughout the ages, a distinctly new one rests on the tip of an author's pen.