Brand new blank canvases! You know what that means don't you? A clean slate. A new day. The world at my fingertips. Color waiting for it's turn. Potential. Ah, the starchy smell of new canvases. So white and bright and patiently waiting. The smell of endless possibilities.
Every single day is a new, blank canvas. The potential is there. What do you think will turn up on yours today?Wow...... that was borderline Zig Ziggler - sorry about that. But you get what I mean - the glass half full and all that ;) Better than a sharp stick in the eye, what!
