I Love The Smell Of Possibility In The Morning

smell of possibility

I love the smell of possibility in the morning.
In every moment we are reborn. Unencumbered old beliefs, bad decisions and flawed thinking. We’re going to stumble. Get back up. Start today. Start again tomorrow. Never, never, never give up. There is nothing we can’t do.

9 thoughts on “I Love The Smell Of Possibility In The Morning”

  1. the smell of roasted coffee beans , of old paper , of wildly blooming parthenium floated about that summer morning.
    also,something else tickled her senses.

    it was the divine smell of possibility~

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