The brief encounter with a neighbor. A welcoming smile. That flat tire.
From the moment the alarm buzzes to the time I lay my head on the pillow,
each day – each decision – defines who I am and who I will be
if I am paying attention.
But often, I’m not – paying attention, that is. I tick through tasks of the day, as one blurs into another…and before I know it, the ball has dropped and another year has passed.
“tiny tattoos” is my effort – discipline, really – to pause and notice how the basics of what I do become the essence of who I am.
May my musings encourage you to pay attention to the indelible marks of your life.