I woke up yesterday wondering what my day would hold for me. I confess that I begin a lot of my days in resistance to the responsibilities and perceived difficulties I anticipate I'll encounter to varying degrees.
Yesterday morning, however, I felt a perceptible shift in my perspective. I looked forward to my day in anticipation of the surprises that may await me like gifts, prettily wrapped and tucked under the tree on a Christmas morning.
My morning unfolded much the same as any other, but when I stepped outside my door, ready to face the world, I felt a sense of excitement as I wondered what I would experience in the course of my day that would surprise and delight me.
A rainbow perhaps? A dragonfly or an especially radiant stream of sunshine breaking through the gray cloud cover? I couldn't wait to find out what awaited me.
As it just so happens, my day was, indeed, filled with a number of remarkable gifts and wonders that did delight me. Was it my eyesight that had changed so I could see and focus on something different or had I been attracting wondrous things into my life all day? I think, perhaps, it was a combination of the two.
What if you treated every day as though it were Christmas morning? How might it be different for you?
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