“Each day is like a painting. When we get out of bed in the morning, we are faced with a blank canvas. We can make anything we want, a Rembrant, a Picasso, a cartoon. Many of us aren’t aware of this. We reach for the same brush, dip it in the same color, and add another layer to the picture we have been painting for the last ten years.
She knows that today she is a different person, that she has grown during sleep, that her cells carry new information. Instead of dipping into the green she used yesterday, she plunges her brush into the pastel blue or the cherry red. She lets her instincts guide her rather than old fears. She might end up at the same office, sitting at the same desk, but she walks in fresh, knowing that within the parameters of her responsibilities, she can be whatever she wants.”
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