Not a great day yesterday. Not a bad day – just not a great day.
I got up and started my day but was feeling unwell so went back to bed. Then got up again to call work and let them know I wasn’t coming in before going back to bed. My day was pretty much like that for the remainder of the daylight hours. Get up and do some things and go back to bed. It’s amazing how much I can sleep actually. I did do a lot of thinking, reading and planning during my awake times but I also did a lot of sleeping.
Fast forward to this morning.
I rise each day whilst it is still dark and then go around and open up the house. I love fresh air.
This morning, I opened the sliding door at the side of the house and rested my face against the screen and drew in the fresh morning air and just listened. I haven’t done that in a while.
I heard a rooster crow. My first thought after thinking “Someone has a rooster here in town” was a mental image of Foghorn Leghorn saying “I say, I say boy – it’s morning”. What can I say? My mind is strange like that.
So what’s so special about morning?
Well, a morning is laden with infinite potential.
It is fresh and new and just waiting for you to make your mark upon it.
I don’t know about others, but mornings are when I feel most alive. I have just woken from a (hopefully) good night’s sleep. I am (hopefully) refreshed and my mind is racing at a million miles an hour with ideas and plans for my day (and my life).
First thing in the morning, everything seems possible.
There are no obstacles to anything.
Morning = Potential.
So this morning, whilst I drew in the crispness of the air I also filled my mind with visions of possibility.
Not just ‘mights’ or ‘maybes’.
I closed my eyes and spoke the words within my mind “Today, I am ……………… (fill in the blanks)”
Now it’s your turn.