I bought this little ceramic fish somewhere in the south over 10 years ago. It floats at the bottom of my purse…always making the cut when I change purses or occasionally clean out the clutter in my purse. When I dig around to find something and come up with the fish– I read it, I smile, and I keep going. It is smudgy and dirty. It is stained with purple nail polish and a bit sticky with old gum that melted during the summer at some point.
It reminds me that although life gets messy, sticky, stained…and when I feel a bit lost in the chaos of life at times, I keep going. I choose to keep going.