I refuse to get rid of my Mother’s Day roses, even though they are dead dead dead. Diamond Bow Tie o’ the Day stands by me on this choice. Rarely do my tie pals not side with me. Don’t get me wrong: My ties have their own individual perspectives on the world’s goings-on. But their tiny tie minds are always open to debating, to discussing, and to learning how to understand and appreciate those ties that are different from themselves– like solid-color ties. Solid-color ties need love too. 🌹
A Smidgen Of Serenity. And Ties Of All Ilks.
Tie o’ the Day reminds me that life is about putting together puzzles. We’ve gotta figure out how to fit our roles, and we must solve tricky situations, some of which we created with our own choices. Sometimes we lose the puzzle pieces we most need. Or someone hides pieces to frustrate us. When we find a lost piece, we add it to the puzzle picture. 4,015 days (11 years) ago today, I stopped drinking. The next day, on the kitchen floor, I found a random puzzle piece. It was symbolic of my starting point toward clearer completion. 😌 😯 🔐