A place to show my work
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered to help you unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response as art or any other creative expression inspired by the prompt.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/08/02/three-things-challenge-mm504/
Your three words today are:
VALIANT
VERIFY
VERSUS
In the hush before action,
a valiant heart steadies itself,
testing the truth it carries.
To move is to verify
what you believe when no one watches,
to measure conviction
against the tremor of doubt.
Life is always versus something:
fear, memory, expectation,
the echo of who you once were.
But courage is not the loudest voice.
It is the one that stays,
even when the world
tries to turn you away
from your own becoming.
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered to help you unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response as art or any other creative expression inspired by the prompt.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/18/grand-2/
Not everything needs to be grand.
Small things, small actions—
they often carry the greatest weight.
A quiet gesture, a bit of kindness,
can speak louder than anything lavish.
Try simple ways to brighten someone’s day,
and watch how the world softens.
You’ll see the magic in the modest,
the way a tiny spark
can warm a whole moment
and linger long after.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/30/hurt-2/
The hurt that I feel runs deep.
Nothing you can do can fix what you have done.
Trust doesn’t grow back on command —
it withers where the damage lives,
and I’m left gathering the pieces
of the person I was before you broke them.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/06/21/lifetime/
In the quiet hours of morning,
when the world is still deciding who to be,
we feel the gentle tug of purpose
calling us toward something brighter.
We only get one lifetime.
Live it to your fullest.
Let your courage rise like sunlight
breaking through a stubborn sky.
Choose the moments that make your heart expand,
the people who remind you of your own light,
the paths that feel like truth
even when they ask you to be brave.
Time moves with its own steady rhythm—
soft, relentless, honest.
And we, wanderers of our own becoming,
get to decide how boldly we dance within it.
So breathe deeply.
Step forward.
Make meaning out of the ordinary.
And let your story be one you’re proud to claim.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/01/hold/
Hold on tight—this is going to be a bumpy ride,
Never knowing what waits up ahead.
Twists and turns will test your stride,
But courage grows with every step you tread.
Storms may shake you, shadows may chase,
Yet strength appears when fear gives way.
Keep your grip, keep your pace—
Even the roughest roads lead to brighter days.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/05/chest-2/
I have a chest of all my secrets
protected by my guardians,
silent watchers in the dark—
they hold what I cannot carry,
they keep what I cannot speak,
and they stand between my truth
and the world that isn’t ready
to open the lock.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/07/03/picnic/
Life is no picnic; you have to learn to roll with the punches,
carry your bruises with grace,
and still find a patch of sunlight
to sit in anyway.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/26/bear-2/
Bear with me as I try to speak
Words don’t come easy.
I know exactly what I mean,
but the thoughts get stuck
somewhere between my brain and my mouth.
The frustration tightens everything,
and trying harder only makes it worse.
I never quite know how to fix it.
A select few notice when I’m struggling—
they wait with patience,
reminding me I’m okay,
that I’m not alone in this pause.
I wish words arrived when I called them.
But that isn’t in the cards for me.
So I’ve learned:
if I can’t say it,
I’ll write it.
It doesn’t help every time,
but it helps enough.
And for now,
that is okay.
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered to help you unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response as art or any other creative expression inspired by the prompt.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/07/27/three-things-challenge-mm498/
Paulina the Panda
was trying to create a panorama of her pantry,
but every time she clicked the shutter,
the snacks staged a mutiny.
The noodles somersaulted,
the rice bags burst in flight,
a jar of pickles photobombed
with a crunchy sort of delight.
Her bamboo biscuits giggled,
her honey jars struck a pose—
and Paulina sighed, “This pantry’s wild…
I should’ve photographed my toes.”
So she snapped one final picture,
chaos swirling everywhere—
and declared it modern art,
with a very panda flair.
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered to help you unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response as art or any other creative expression inspired by the prompt.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week
While no one was in the park, a peace settles over me.
The birds chirping, the smell of the wet grass,
The lonely benches waiting for someone to come and sit on them.
The peace that runs through me is all‑consuming.
No judgement from others, just myself and nature.
In this stillness, I remember who I am when the world isn’t watching.
The breeze moves through the trees like a soft reminder that I belong here too.
For a moment, nothing is required of me.
I breathe, I listen, and I let the quiet gather all the scattered pieces of me back into place.
https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2026/08/01/the-first-emperor/
Louis Daniel Armstrong was a renowned American trumpeter, composer, singer, and occasional actor, recognized as one of the most pivotal figures in jazz history. Born on August 4, 1901His career extended over five decades, from the 1920s to the 1960s, encompassing various periods in jazz evolution. In 2017, he received induction into the Rhythm & Blues Hall of Fame.
What a Wonderful World
Song by
Louis Armstrong
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself what a wonderful world
Oh, yes