For Old St. Nick, these mini stories became daily journaling.
He woke up early with thoughts on his mind; thoughts of hope, of dreaming big, of breaking out of a rut, of always aiming upward.

He wrote about lending a hand to anyone within reach because you can sense it, can’t you? Those who need a lift, a listening ear, or just an extra minute of your time. If you notice it, it’s meant for you.

So he wrote it down and he found out that writing redirects the mind.
It opens your eyes to the people and moments that matter most.
It helps you put your time to good use and reminds you to live with purpose, one small reflection at a time.