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Another Day
I asked my mother, “Mother may I?
“May I take another day? I
Want to run and jump and play
If I might have another day.”
What might another day mean to you?
Would you use it? Would you abuse it?
Would you choose it? Would you lose it?
Waste with haste? or Taste and see?
Oh, what another day could be.
Just a jingle and an inner calling to resist going further with it. It is a thought and a challenge to myself to welcome a new day of possibilities.
It almost bounces off the mirror back at me as “same old, same old, fluff and motivational hype.”
But, here is my dirty little secret. I believe the hype. It works and it rings true. It is my reality and I fell compelled to share it.
Positivity is not a gimmick. It is a mindset.
I put yesterday to bed last night and did not other to rouse her this morning. I am informed by her and I am building upon her, but I am not limited by her.
Whatever fell short of whatever is a new whatever and whatever I can build upon it is opportunity.
Where do I acquire this sunny disposition toward the day?
