Poem: I hope you

I hope you get the corner office.
I hope you get the first class seat.

I hope you plant the flag at the top of the mountain.
I hope you reach for your place amongst the stars.

I hope you write the book.
I hope you direct the play.
I hope you score the winning point, make their food from scratch, invent the new vaccine.

That is, if you want to.

I hope you get the corner office, if you want it.
I hope you get the first class seat, if you want it.

I hope you find the wisdom to figure that out. The what you want part.
And the courage to change it if you didn’t get it on the first try.
(Hint: you probably won’t.)

I hope you walk those dogs to the very best of your God-given abilities. If you want to.

I hope you find the gumption to ditch the leashes. If you want to.

I hope you know you can be yourself, and decide for yourself, and love yourself. Even if others try to derail you. Because they will.

I hope you find the tracks again. Your tracks. Those laid just for you, that will lead you to your joy.

I hope you plant the flag at the top of the mountain.
I hope you reach for your place amongst the stars.

If you want to.

I hope you enjoy the ride. Love it. Embrace it.

Chaos. Life. Happiness. Sorrow.
Achievements.
Disappointments.

I hope you love your train, your tracks, for what it is. For what they are. Yours. A mixture of good and bad, ups and downs, yes’s and no’s. The mixture is beautiful because it’s you. Because it’s not perfect. And therefore it is.

I hope you look into the mirror and see you. Not the you that others see, but the you that you know is there. The real one.

And then I hope you pause, then smile.
I hope you realize that it’s all going to be okay. If you want it to be.

I hope you write the book.
I hope you direct the play.
I hope you score the winning point, make their food from scratch, invent the new vaccine. That is, if you desire it.

Want to. Decide to.

Ready? Go.

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T-minus 13 days until Santa makes his annual visit! If you still need gift ideas, this might help.

Ho ho ho with cherries on top!

Hugs,
AS

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