In younger days it was ‘morning after a night of heavy drinking’ when mismatch between sorrowful belly and aching head could only be made worse by doing something physical. Along my path ‘morning after’ experiences from ‘highest euphoric experiences’ to lowest lows of physical lethargy and emotional emptiness.
Through experience (dare I say maturity?) and healthier attitudes, that term ‘morning after’ follows a great day, high calorie-burn or well-slept night. I cannot imagine being better or feeling better than I feel this morning because I’m writing this on a morning when my bathroom scale reports to me – “you had a great day!”
That slight edge (as advocated in a great book by that name) in progress reminds me (this can work for anyone)that one or two little things each day make morning-after experiences almost always positive ones, of wanting to get out of bed and make good things happen. Not every day, but so many more than I ever thought possible.
In my dad’s later years I often asked him to rate his good days vs. bad days. He said six of ten were good. He hoped for more, but at his age six was a really strong number. I don’t keep a chart (maybe I should), but my sense is that nine of ten of mine are great. I like that. Maybe 97 of 100 should be my new goal.
Feeling great, mental state, hard to separate from physicality, intertwined. Some days one helps/pulls the other along. Morning after smile measure our life as much as they do the day just past …
P.S.: the other day Canada’s oldest man died at 110. This makes me wonder if my goal of 115 is ambitious enough. Some recalculation is in order