One fine thing

Life is good.

It's certainly not easy, sometimes I can be up until 3 AM dealing with the finer points, but still, it's good.  (And worth losing sleep over.)

The hardest part of living is remembering that details make a difference. I may not remember the tide that swooped in over the beach every night for a million years, but I will never forget the sand dollar I discovered one morning at sunrise.

It is possible to own tons of "stuff," and have an endless line of people in my life, but still be like that little mouse standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon staring wistfully at the other side. 

It is not quantity that matters, it is quality and that is true across the board from the fork in the silverware drawer, to the heart that shares all my thoughts.