I have grown a habit over the past year or so
We might also label it a “quirk”
(And perhaps it was genetically engineered by my overly optimistic parents and then reinforced by twenty-eight years with an outlandishly bright-side husband.)
My habit is that I try to start each morning with the sentence: “I’m going to love you, beautiful day.”
Some days, I don’t even mean it a little bit.
Today, I mean it in every way.
Today feels new, but also worn-in and familiar, like a soft blanket.
Today feels like the best of summer and autumn, colliding in sparkles and cute boots.
Today feels like a possibility of epic proportions.
And it might not be.
It might end up being ordinary.
But I’m finding that I still like starting by clicking the bar into place here:
I’m going to love you, beautiful day.
Because I am.
How’s your day shaping up?