I often catch myself thinking.
If you asked me what about – I could not tell you.
I have so much going on in my mind.. sorting has become an issue.
Impossible – when manipulated slightly spells – I’m possible. I am able to do all those things I’ve thought of and dreamed about. It’s possible for my dreams to become a reality. I am sure that if I work hard and have the faith that everything is possible I don’t see why I should be disappointed. It is possible that it may not work but I’m assured that this possibility only appears as a result of fear.. Which is something I no longer care to entertain.
I have plans. Plans that at times seem enormous – but I have no doubt I can do it. As each day passes, I feel as if there is a countdown to something – Greatness maybe.. One hopes.
“She turned her cants into cans.. and her dreams into plans..” (Author Unknown)
Watch this space..