Hey, there, Kitten Britches!

I'm gonna go "face plant" someone today . . . Not really. Actually, today I'm going to stop wishing that I could "face plant" someone.
I'm going to stop taking things to the extreme in my head just because some other people might. "Sweet" doesn't have to equal "spineless," and "giving" doesn't necessarily signify "doormat."
Some other people can bite me, but I say that in the nicest way possible, not because I'm weak, but just because I'm nice, which, by the way, doesn't mean that I can't stand up for myself.
I'm going to start acting on my impulses to do little things that might make the world a bit more pleasant. They may seem like futile gestures, but if everyone did them, would they really be futile? I mean, there's a whole lot of "bad" out there, and there's a whole lot of "stupid," but if there are enough people who are in agreement to do just a little bit, wouldn't that add up to quite a lot. I'm not a math genius by any stretch of the imagination, but even abacus-girl over here has that one covered. It could be a veritable army of good-smart, and it could change the world, and it might be beautiful.
That's my fly-by bit for this morning, written quickly, in earnest, and with absolutely no apologies.
If you accidentally happen upon this, go ahead and let yourself have an extraordinary day. Give someone a hand. Do something unexpected. Smile at a stranger . . . Well, not too much . . . Don't get weird about it or anything. We're being nice here folks, not creepy.

Love,
Amy