We Are All Saying The Same Thing

Fears, Indecision, And Frustration Feed On Words. Without Words They Usually Stop. . . . Words Are At Times Good For Looking Back, But They Are Confining When I Need To Act In The Present.

Perfectionism Is A Slow Death. If Everything Were To Turn Out Just Like I Would Want It To, Just Like I Would Plan For It To, Then I Would Never Experience Anything New; My Life Would Be An Endless Repetition Of Stale Successes. When I Make A Mistake I Experience Something Unexpected.... When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

When I Get To Where I Can Enjoy Just Lying On The Rug Picking Up Lint Balls, I Will No Longer Be Too Ambitious.

There Were Seventy-five People In The Lobby And Only A Seven-year-old Girl Was Finding Out What It Felt Like To Sit On The Marble Floor

It's Not That "today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life," But That Now Is All There Is Of My Life.