I often look at my 1919 National No. 3 typewriter; but just as often pass on taking it down from the shelf and typing with it. It is 101 years of age and does not inspire me the way other typewriters do… yet I find that when I sit at its keys and tap out some words I become amused at the results. One should never over look the value of cheap thrills…
In this time and in this place; I look for my imagination to take me to a place where I can feel good and see a brighter day that is just around the corner. I can avoid the worry and dark spaces that can drag down a mood and find false thoughts that only bring despair and doubt. Does not take much, I can look to the sky or imagine a bike ride… or all the good things that make a blessed life.
Each moment one can look and see things to be grateful for. Other people, pets and all things beautiful in this world. Life can remind us its many blessings and just taking in the moments to reflect them shows the value of everything.
It seemed like such a little thing… a elderly man came through the check-out line and seemed unsure of where to go… I pointed out a newly opened lane and let him go in front of me. I could of said: “end of the line is…” I decided to be patient and kind… For some reason I have been smiling and feeling good ever since that moment.
