One Hundred Twenty-Six

Every morning I awaken to possibilities that only I control— if I control them. I make the choice to either mold the day into what I want it to be or let it wash over me. The key is that I know I am not helpless; if the day washes over me, it’s a choice; and not a very good one.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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