Awakening to fresh influx of everything – will this be a day of bombardment or silence, peace or turmoil?
No thoughts arrive overnight – the brain just percolates what’s been there since yesterday, and from before, and processes it all like a room full of mainframes, spitting out resolutions to problems and decisions on many things. Some of them matter.
Days without choice or change – seems improbable.
While choosing change for change sake alone might provide needed motivation and momentum, but as ‘strategy for achievement’, it is weak.
To choose change, to choose to change, to choose change over non-change?
Requires some driving force, some motivation, some impetus.
Where and how do we find that, where does it live within us? How do we dig it out, wake it up?
Every morning, between second and third fumbling hit on that snooze button, I focus on purpose, before I start. Focuses In quiet darkness, between slumber and action – on what I am grateful for.
Obvious suspects – family, friends, purposeful work. Imagination, active mind and simply ‘waking up’ are worthy. My point, the purpose, to have my barely awake head appreciating all that brought me to this day. Without appreciation of these, what could the point of today and all I might accomplish possibly be?
Easiest to not pause – just race into today with reckless abandon without plan, without process – exhausting.
Around and around – sometimes we need to do that, going around and around an issue or a problem or an opportunity, circling it like a bird of prey, ready to snatch and move on – sustained for another day. Best, methinks, to be an early bird.