This morning it was not my alarm clock that coaxed me out of bed, but my belief that today was going to be beautiful.
Over the years, I’ve learned fear as a reflex and finally, finally I feel my body making space for hope. Perhaps I can decide when and how I am swept up.
I want to plant both feet firmly in the full spectrum of human emotion and allow myself to bloom not despite, but because I allow myself to experience it all.
How many beautiful moments have I thought myself out and away from?
How many days did I miss the sky for the traffic? The laughter for the worry?
This morning I believed today was going to be beautiful.
And look now at the sun’s warm glow. The taste of my tea. The smell of coffee. The feel of my pen in my hand. The swell of music. The echo of laughter.
Today is beautiful.