Pans and Pickpockets

This year I dedicate to dreams.

I am finished with the belief that

“this” is all there is. I am no longer ascribing to a

school of thought that tells you all your hard work was all

for naught, so just get used to normal.

I am through with beating the drum

black and blue to walk to a professional tune

I think will lead me to my destiny.

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We create our own soundtracks. We

determine our own steps. The cannon

fires. Pick up your feet. Reach out when

you feel weak, and raise a hand to

help a fallen brother when your paths collide

in a shower of sparks from a flare he sent up

long ago in whispered words of a prayer.

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When will you step off the street that’s

paved with concrete and feel the

weight of the dirt-stained rocks that

seep into your shoes and

find those crevices that form calluses and

let you know you’re alive?

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Today I choose to live big, bold and beautiful. I

embrace what the world has for me, and I

promise to stop being an absentee on

my own life. I tied these laces, and I’m picking up the

pace as I clench my teeth and pray to

see the path markers God set after

He paid my admission fee to

bring vitality to this

circuit of my race.

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Today I make a choice:

Deny apathy.

Choose action.

Then start a chain-reaction to change

patterns in your brain that scream, “You can’t!”

You can and you will, if you’ll only

stop standing still and determine

this is the day of redemption.

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(Inspired by Isaiah 40:27-31 and Philippians 3:13-14.)

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Special thanks to Melanie at Only a Breath for creating my One Word Button.