Sometimes I wake up and feel stuck. Disoriented. Yet I know that a special power lay at my fingertips. Unsure what the future holds, there's one unique moment upon waking, when I get to decide. Oh there's many more throughout the day but this one is distinctive in my life.
Sometimes my health isn't good and I wake up with pain. On those days, I try to force a smile and embrace the hope that faking it will make it. Sometimes, I can't do it. Sometimes I just want to go back to bed, skipping even the coffee. (And anyone that knows me knows that that is NO SMALL deal).
I throw some clothing on and make it down the stairs. My yellow composition book is waiting for me on the coffee table, I grab it and head outside to "my spot" at our cafe table and chair set that overlooks a blue morning sky and tribe of trees.
I start with rambles. "I did not want to get out of bed today," and go on from there.
Sometimes its monotonous and reminds me of the diary that I had as a young child but then other times, when I sit and listen, describing the world around me, it's as if the world speaks back.
Birds sing, squirrels argue and the butterfly comes to say hello.
Who can stay stuck and disoriented when beauty comes to kiss your cheek? "Today is going to be a magical day," I say out loud.
Right there. For me, its always right there. After writing has saved me, I get to decide how my day will turn out.
And I say it will be magical.