It’s only pretty when someone is shaking it up. 

As I watch the pieces of my life swirl around me I’m reminded that I like it like this. In the last few days I have found a new volume of laughter that was before untapped. I’ve enjoyed quiet moments just listening to the silence and allowing the world around me to move in its frenzied pace like a billion worker bees hopped up on caffeinated nectar. 

My only hope is not that my life won’t be shaken up again, but that I won’t be shelved and forgotten. I hope to always be fascinating to someone, a tiny moment of joy on a child’s face, a sweet memory, a flurry of dreams coming true. 

My world is a snow globe.