Two dollar bill.


I worry that a true spark of imagination is as rare as a two dollar bill.

That the silence in my heart is a sure sign of a closed mind.

That inspired thinking is just beyond my grasp.

When the ebb and flow of work runs its course, it becomes auto-task. And a day full of auto-task is a day full of mediocrity.

I’m always looking for the highs and lows, the rhythm, the gentle drive of an idea whose time has come.

I’m ready to discover that two dollar bill.

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