I remember my Mother telling me that if I would pick just one thing to focus on, I could be outstanding. I remember it so clearly. As if it wasn't eons ago. I think of the tiny gymnastic wizards that will perform in London, my mother would have approved. I guess it made sense on some level, but I wasn't willing to pick just one.
So even now, I still jump from flower to flower, possibly being less than I could at just one, but happy with the variety. I have just come from my karate training, and now I will hunt up a collage to post here before I focus on reading, and then my journal. Makes sense to me.
See you tomorrow with more variety.