I know that I want to always be on the look out for inspiration.
To have open eyes and an open heart to recognize when it seeks me out.
And to have the motivation to go in search of it when it seems scarce.
I know that I have a sink full of dishes that, if I don't wash them tomorrow, will probably start making my kitchen smell funny.
I know that I usually talk too much, in too much detail, for too long, about things that the person listening has only a moderate interest in hearing. And that I usually don't realize it until I'm finished.
I know that the walls in my house are too white. But that no matter my intentions, and love of interesting and contrasting colors, the likelihood of me painting them before I move out sometime in the next year are slim to none.
I know that I am loved. And that I want to never again believe the lie that I am not.
