Some mornings are immediately great beginnings: beautiful starts to magnificent days. Many of these are decidedly great mornings by deciding to that effect: I will make today wonderful, and therefore this morning must follow suit. Then there are mornings when you can’t figure out why you’re in such a bad place mentally, growling at the water for coming out of the spout too slowly or furrowing eyebrows when it comes to putting on boots to protect your feet instead of the simple shoes that take half a second to slide into.
For me, this morning was the latter.
Today was destined to be a fabulous day: I was looking forward to meeting a new friend and making some phone calls in addition to getting more quantifiable work done. One of my favorite homilists was celebrating the Mass this morning, and I had some other tasks to complete that I was excited to do and get done. Everything was aligned; I even got a decent amount of sleep last night.
So why, then, did I wake up this morning feeling like I’d been drugged and beaten with a cudgel? Why was it so difficult to get out of bed, to get dressed, to even walk to my vehicle? Cleaning off the stubborn sheet of ice was the easiest part of my preparation for the day. (For that, I’m grateful; by the time I left the cathedral, I had to do it again.) None of it made sense, and I couldn’t quite find a grip to yank myself out of the pit with.
Then, during Mass, I somewhat lost control of my voice in the middle of the alleluia: it warbled. While it certainly wasn’t intentional, it was a beautiful little addition to the tune. I was at once confused and tickled and determined to not lose control of my vocal chords. (Such is unacceptable for singers such as myself, you know – not having control over our own musicality is strange at best and un-artistic at worst. … I write with a smirk and good humor.)
Despite myself, I couldn’t help but grin. It was precisely the opening I needed to reclaim the day, and I jumped on the opportunity.
The timing was also interesting because it relates to the post I added yesterday: a small thing recognized for some worth resulting in a great return on the investment of recognizing it. Small details can empower us if we let them. Are we grateful for everything the various facets of life offer? How can we open ourselves up to gratitude and empowerment through noticing another aspect of our lives?
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