I have always envied those who wake up eager to meet the new day. There have been days when I awake with a feeling of dread at having to rise to the challenges of another day. I’m not proud of that but it is the truth.
This morning was different. It is not a perfect morning. I have many miles to go before I sleep. I have a lot of responsibilities and commitments. I have promises to keep. I have chores to do and things that I would rather not do but this is my new day, a gift.
The clock next to me stares at me with large red numbers. It’s not even 7 a.m. and it’s a Saturday. My back tells me that going back to sleep isn’t possible. My feet touch the floor and I head for the bathroom. My feet are steady and sure. This is new. Normally, I shuffle like a zombie. My arms half extended to brace myself again something should I happen to fall. This morning, I know I will not fall.
As I shower, I remember the heavy hearts of those around me. Yesterday was hard for them. Each was challenged in their own way. I remember my own challenges. I sort through my thoughts and feelings and see something new, something that I had not acknowledged before. My thoughts are not light but my spirit is. I see the difference between the two and am grateful. This is a good day and it feels good.
Breakfast and coffee tastes wonderful. Quickly, I delete old e-mails and move on to the next task. I decide to write and grab my camera to take this picture of my perfectly-less-than-perfect morning that still feels great. I aim at the sun wondering if it will show up in the photo. It’s there surrounded by a hazy, light gray sky. The light and moisture work together and form a faint halo around the sun. Light is sacred. It deserves a halo.
This is a perfectly-less-than-perfect day. It is all gift.