A Beautiful Morning

You know those mornings when you wake up with a bit of extra ‘pep’ in your step? When the songbirds outside your window are absolutely magical and you find yourself smiling at everything. It’s been one of those mornings for me and I must say, it’s pretty exquisite. As I sit here enjoying my coffee and checking emails, I couldn’t help but wonder what is behind these random moments where everything in the world seems perfectly wonderful for no particular reason.

I probably wouldn’t be pondering this as much if I didn’t have a strong contrast to compare this morning to. Yesterday morning makes for a good comparison. That phrase, “She woke up on the wrong side of the bed” comes to mind when thinking of how I felt yesterday. Interestingly enough, there was no reason for me to feel that way, yet that same songbird that perches near my window, tweeting to the world each morning, sounded more like nails on a chalkboard. My daily cup-o-joe wasn’t quite as delightful, even though I couldn’t figure out why.

So what’s the deal? I don’t really have the answer, but I do have a hunch. Last night, just before I drifted off to sleep I spent a few moments making mental notes of everything in my life that I was feeling grateful for. Over the years, I’ve tried to get myself in the habit of consciously switching my final thoughts of the day to something positive. In the past, my moments before falling asleep used to consist of things I wish I’d accomplished or my stressful to-do lists for the following day. You see, years ago, I was a chronic pessimist… at least, that’s what I was called by those who were closest to me. Naturally, I disagreed with them on the subject, stating that I was a realist not a pessimist. I would step up on my soap-box and proudly proclaim that, because my reality at that time was rather grim, I had every right to vent about it and see things for what they were. It took me a few years, but eventually I realized that my general attitude in life was metaphorically comparable to complaining about rose bushes for their thorns instead of appreciating thorn bushes for their roses.

Once realizing this, I began applying small habits to my daily routine which would help shift my state of mind to one that was more positive and appreciative. Hence, the earlier reference to my night-time practice. Is it any coincidence that, on the night before my not-so-great morning, I had forgotten to acknowledge those things? I’m not sure, but I find it highly likely.

How about you? Do you have any positive routines or rituals that you practice daily? If so, what are they and how do they affect your day? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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