Some mornings look like this: I slide out of bed with a sense of expectation. A shower clears my head. A walk on the treadmill gets the blood and oxygen moving.
The day comes at me in whatever shape it happens, but I’m present and aware. I’m able to make choices that align with who I want to be in this world. When the unexpected happens, I am able to respond flexibly, with grace. Those days feel great.
Many other mornings are not like that. I fight getting out of bed with every part of me. Circumstances or other people push me into the day before I’m ready, and I’m left dragging myself along propped up by caffeine and sugar and urgency.
The day comes at me in whatever shape it happens. Other people’s agendas and my own desire to just be at peace are in constant conflict. My attitude is alternately bitter, entitled, or frustrated. My reactions to the world around me are not graceful. Those days always feel lost.
I’ve been thinking about where the difference lies in these two kinds of days. I have more of the second than I want. It’s not in the circumstances.
Bad things and good things have happened to me on both kinds of days. It’s not in other people. People have hurt me, people have loved and encouraged me on both kinds of days.
The day comes in whatever shape it comes. I think the difference lies in me, in how I choose to show up and participate in whatever the day brings. You can experience your spiritual life in these same two ways. You can trudge through, barely conscious, or you live fully awake.