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.
On some mornings,
snowflakes float in the air and land peacefully and softly on our deck and
lawn. Not necessarily heavy or thick or
wet, but light and fluffy. Or there is a
gentle rain providing nourishment to life around us . . . to us. Sometimes the snow or rain stops as suddenly
as it starts, 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. Something to think about . . .