I like to consider myself among the 100 percent. No, I don’t mean among those who sit in parks without showering for days, demanding their fair share. I am talking about people who give their all to whatever they are doing and don’t whine or complain when not everything goes as planned.

I am also encouraged when I witness “100 percenters,” as we’ll call them, doing what they do best in their natural element. In this blog, I hope to share stories about people I observe who are living life like they mean it. Doing so gives me hope for the future!

I witnessed a fun example yesterday in my husband. He may not find this as comical as I do. I’ll just say it like I said in a Facebook post yesterday:

You know the dad in the movie Christmas Story? How he is when he’s working on the furnace? It’s kind of like that every day when my husband gets home and finds more plants devoured out of his gardens, except instead of hearing a foul mouth in my basement I hear the sounds of all kinds of power tools buzzing away with intensity. Then within a few minutes I see new contraptions forming around the gardens. In a way, our yard is becoming like a continually changing display of abstract artwork. It’s kind of cool!

Until next time, live like you mean it!

Karen