In the morning. The work of being human begins.

So what does that mean, exactly, in a world where words are cheap and thrown like rocks

or ice in hailstorms.

For me, it means this.

Remember to value the day. To make good use of it.

To be compassionate, and loving.

To encourage, and not wound.

To affirm, and not discourage.

To heed the creative spark,

And tell my story, any way I can.

To choose hope, the opposite of fear,

And happiness, the opposite of despair.

The work of being human. Every day.