The collection of treasure on my windowsill might not look like treasure to someone else, but it is treasure to me. I see a plaque that a family member gave me over 10 years ago to announce news of the grandhuman. I see a freshly transplanted plant, that I nurtured from tiny cuttings on a greenhouse visit. I see an adorable mushroom planter I found at Citiot on vaca that was a perfect home for my baby plant. I see a handmade pog-chip affirming all-body positivity created by Borderline Normal . Our vision sometimes needs an adjustment to see the treasure right before us. What treasure do you see around/in you today?
Life is tough, but hope is tougher.