The Kid in the Picture Book

Confession time.

I’m the kid in the picture book--you know the one with a problem searching for an answer--the one who uses the illogical logic to find the way to the happy ending.

And yes, in my writing children have happy endings.

I’m the kid who does the stupid things and learns from them--eventually.

I am the one that focuses on the problem at hand willing to give anything a try to get passed it. And hopefully, I am the one that does what it takes to get to the solution.

I am the one that finds peace in the simplest solutions and the satisfaction in knowing I tackled the problem and won.

I am the one who uses time-out as a planning period and nap time as plotting time.

I am the kid that doesn’t look past the nose on my face for help, cause it’s a hard enough journey to get that far.

I am the one that looks for possibilities with every touch, every smell and in every adventure.

But...

Just as a picture book has limited pages to find the happy ending, my life has a limited number of days.

I am the kid in the picture book!

And the only thing that matters is the journey between the front and back cover.