Casting off the fog of sleep, I awaken. I consciously decide to let go of any fear or apprehension on this day. Instead, I choose to own the powerful energy of me.
I roll my shoulders back, align my spine, and steady my gaze. I look into the mirror and say the word “confidence” as I glaze my lips in raspberry. I feel solid, grounded, ready to beguile the world with my enthusiasm.
I glance at my messages. Everyone is saying different things to me but I shift my view and let myself fall under the enchantment of deep violet starlight… a million stars on a midwinter’s morning; a million opportunities for wishes to come true.
If I believe in myself.
Standing motionless, I breathe, lost in the perfect peace of the moment which reminds me that I am in control of the ambiance of my existence by choosing what I see.
I watch the little girl across the street turn a cartwheel in her yard while waiting for the school bus. She claps when she finishes and I clap with her. Her face lights up with a smile.
I sing along with my playlist as I drive into the city, tapping along with the music while noticing the feel of the new gloves I am wearing that don’t slip on the wheel.
And the best part of the morning?
Catching the play of early sunlight, sparkling on the river like a carpet of shimmering, white diamonds.