Morning is my
favorite time of day. I like the peace,
the solitude, the quiet. There is no
noise except a car passing on the street, the furnace turning on or off. I observe the Indigo of night give way to the
gray of morning and then later, to the pale pastel of blue and pink. My wife is typically out running her six
miles or swimming her forty-five minutes.
My daughter is still sleeping.
Most times, I
lie in bed and think, meditate. I might
read. I might think about the book I’m
writing, the characters within and what they’ll be doing the next time I turn
on my computer. Sometimes I step over to
one of the windows in our bedroom and look out at the woods behind our
house. If I’m lucky, I see a deer
grazing on the tall grass. At other
times, I see the rabbit that made our yard a home. This morning, snowflakes floated in the air,
landing peacefully and softly on our deck and lawn. Not heavy or thick or wet, but light and
fluffy. The snow stopped as suddenly as
it had started, gray clouds giving away to blue sky and sunshine.
Aren’t mornings
an opportunity for a fresh start and a new beginning? Aren’t mornings the opportunity for the
ultimate do-over?
You get to look
back on what you did yesterday and improve upon it. You get to undo the things you did, the
things you said. You get to fix the
things you didn’t do or say but should have, and correct them. A new day brings about a new beginning, a new
hope. You’re not locked into yesterdays
or where you’ve been before, or the things you said or did the previous
day. A morning gives us a chance to
course-correct, to get back on the right path.
And the really wonderful thing about mornings is that they keep coming. There seems to be an endless supply of
mornings, years of them actually.
Perhaps we need
to take advantage of this gift: to change, to course-correct, to do over and
make anew. To rectify. It’s your choice, really. A choice you get to make each and every
morning.
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