Nine letters into the ABCs — I have something to tell you.
The ABCs of Life are not my invention. Many years ago I received a gift — a small plaque that stands with aid from an arm on its back — like a tabletop picture frame. One day when I picked up the pithy list to dust underneath, I recognized its prompt worthy value.
I used to have every letter and its corresponding directive committed to memory. I’d recite the list to myself while walking, or driving, or when I needed something to focus on to take my mind off of something else.
A fine list…
Here I am on letter nine — I — and I recognize I want to be contrarian — again. I bristled a bit at H — Harm No One. And as I thought about what to write for I — Imagine More — I found its instruction flawed.
We all imagine plenty. How many of our imaginings lead down dark, litter strewn roads — what if, we can’t, what’ll they think, it’ll never work?
So instead of imagining more, perhaps we can work on…
for ourselves and everything we touch.