Take Time
So it went something like this...
I know millionaires... I know millionaires that look like they just lost their dog. And I know folks that are so low they could swing their legs sittin' on a dime. But they have found the joy in their lives; they feel blessed even though they have little.
Just remember one thing: take time... take time.
My son taught me that.
I see the dollar signs in your eyes and I know you keep slidin' that decimal place to the right... but not for me, money isn't what I'm after. I stopped chasin' that paper.
Don't forget... take time.
I know millionaires... I know millionaires that look like they just lost their dog. And I know folks that are so low they could swing their legs sittin' on a dime. But they have found the joy in their lives; they feel blessed even though they have little.
Just remember one thing: take time... take time.
My son taught me that.
I see the dollar signs in your eyes and I know you keep slidin' that decimal place to the right... but not for me, money isn't what I'm after. I stopped chasin' that paper.
Don't forget... take time.
Dear Jan — What a lovely post! It reads like poetry. I wish you all the best tailwinds and right resources in pursuit of your writing-drawing-publishing dream!
ReplyDeleteAnd what an honor to see our little book there as your "recommended reading" — many thanks!
— John
John, thank you so very much for the kind words. I appreciate your support.
ReplyDelete-Laura