One Day At A Time

I’ll make some beauty every day,
In pixels, words, or penguin play.
I’ll aim for done, not perfect, please,
And grant myself a bit more ease.

With tea in hand and brain half-wired,
I’ll light the spark when I’m inspired.
Through fonts and laughter, plans and puns,
I’ll do good work — and have some fun.

I’ll label chaos, soothe the mess,
And call that progress (more or less).
I’ll show up kind, both fierce and true,
Especially when I feel askew.

I’ll snort with laughter when I can,
And shrug when things don’t go to plan.
I’ll rest — not as a prize I’ve won,
But fuel for all that must be done.

I’ll share the things that light my soul,
And trust they play a quiet role.
Then leave behind, with cheerful grace,
A trail of wonder, wit, and space.