Yesterday gazing out my window I noticed a mom and her child walking down the street with the daughter every few steps stopping to do a cartwheel. I smiled remembering that golden time with my niece when she first learned how to twirl upside down. She was doing it everywhere – cement and all – kinda like this little girl who couldn’t stop moving to the motion. Perhaps it’s a momentary pause at that stage – to view life from another angle. It was a good reminder to me. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Take another viewpoint. Open to an inverted glance. Better yet, go twirl and let the motion carry me where it may.