Live with Enthusiasm!!

Life is all about our choices! I choose to live with enthusiasm and spunk. Today, I closed my eyes and breathed in the sweet smell of cured tobacco and fleshly plowed soil. I saw a little mouse scurry to safety and a magnificent blue sky overhead. I felt the sun on my cheeks and the breeze as it blew my hair across my face. I tasted the sweetness of a ripe strawberry and quenched my thirst with a tall glass of iced tea. I listened to the purple martins singing as they circled overhead and I heard the whip of our American flag as it moved sharply in the wind. Our lives are what we choose. Even though all of our lives are different now, we can choose to see, hear, touch, taste, and feel the beauty around us.

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