Don’t Quit

This old tattered piece of paper hung on the inside of a kitchen cabinet in my home where I grew up.  It was the cabinet where I would go every morning to get a cereal bowl.  Most times I would forget that this poem was even there, but on the days I needed it most, I would notice it and pause to read it.  

Fortunately, I still have this piece of paper and now have it pinned to my refrigerator.  Today was one of those days to pause and read this poem to remind myself to keep moving my feet.  It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit. 

Don’t quit before the miracle happens.  

xoxo,

Beth