You are the air traffic controller of your mental airport.
You control the planes that enter and takeoff.
Some people want to unload their toxic baggage at your terminal…they are like termites to oak trees.
You deserve sunshine, laughter, and the divine assurance that there is a grand plan leading you forward.
You select the thoughts you harbor and the words you speak…for with both, your contentment in the present and the possibilities of tomorrow reside.