An adventure is, by its nature, a thing that comes to us. It is a thing that chooses us, not a thing that we choose. — G. K. Chesterton
May our year end in the presence of good company.
In the long run,we shake out lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. — Eleanor Roosevelt
My favorite tool for creating shape is a familiar pair of scissors. I would welcome a pair of scissors that could trim out clutter, tiresome relationships, and ill-conceived ventures. Maybe I need to do some shaking out first. I can let loose of useless perspectives and meaningless habits. I can be selective about companionship. Then I am going shopping for new scissors.