The sunlight beckoned me to rise.
Its rays finding their way to the edges of the bedroom curtain.
I had a choice:
Do I ignore the desire to rise and greet the day?
Do I put on my eye mask and blackout its glorious shining light?
The days grow longer and slightly warmer.
These early hours can be squandered or conquered.
It could be my own secret,
quiet time before everyone else is up.
The stomach grumbles ready for breakfast.
The pull is too strong to ignore.
I sit up and stretch like I haven’t in a year.
I feel good, like my old (younger?) self.
That’s it. It’s decided.
I am the master of this sunny day.
So I write.
Published by Healing Insights with Jen
I share my stories honestly as an attempt to find meaning and connection. My intention is that by sharing our stories we ultimately heal ourselves and the world. I want to be a beacon of light to show that it is possible to find your footing and inner strength even when the world seems to be in chaos.
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“I am the master of this sunny day.” Beautiful! Keep writing, Jen.
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