Kick Me, Kiss Me

Lately it feels like I have the words Kick Me tattooed across my forehead in 60-pt. Wingdings type. One might say it’s all a matter of perspective. Like how everything happens for a reason. Or how one’s obstructions can be hammered into jewels if they’ve got the right tools. Often, inner peace shows up for work on time and gets the job done right. Other days, pessimism gets its foot in the door first and builds those obstructions into Mt. Rushmores of worry. Some mistakes last longer than others. Some good deeds ripple across generations. As for the tattoo across my forehead, last time I checked it’s still there. Though I have altered the words to read, Kiss Me.

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