This morning as I sit here, I am watching the sun rise and work its magic on the world. No longer may I slumber with this great ball of fire urging me to wake up. Spring is the perfect time to begin again; it is after all what nature does through renewal and resurrection. It is a story we all know very well. The beautiful thing about nature, it does not care what has previously transpired, springtime arrives again and with it the promise of new beginnings.
I question why I have been feeling so much like being down that rabbit hole lately. Life has provided me with many great lessons, and in the spring (April 17) ten years ago I received a very large one when I was told I had a brain tumor. I will never forget that moment in time. As I processed through this enormous burden, I was lead to my spiritual side once again as well as to meditation and relaxation techniques. When I had my actual surgery to remove the tumor, my neurosurgeon commented that he had never experienced a patient who was so calm. It worked! I got through the process not only intact, but even better, I did it while nurturing my body and soul. So why do I keep falling down that rabbit hole? I believe it is the human condition, however, the beauty is that just like the sun and the promise of renewal, we too can begin again each and every day.
I am choosing today, on this beautiful spring morning replete with this spectacular sun streaming in through my windows, to not sit in judgment of myself for things I have done, or not done, and to begin again. I am going to journal, and write down three positive things about the day. I encourage you to do the same, jot down three things you are grateful for and see if that doesn’t create a switch in your thoughts. Happiness is of our own choosing, I know this first hand and when we choose to approach even the most difficult of situations with a positive perspective, a shift occurs and we are offered the promise of renewal.
Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson