Yeeeeaaahhhh … speaking as my own lab rat, that
neutral space between sleeping and waking has proven more elusive on workdays.
The alarm has woken me every day this week, firing me straight into a mood that
gets momentum before I realize I’m caught in it. And stopping that momentum is
like grabbing a handful of smoke. It’s really hard.
It would be easier—or unnecessary—if I was doing what
I love on a daily basis. Following one’s bliss tends to make for a cheery
awakening, not to mention negating the need for an alarm clock. And work has
been particularly stressful for a bunch of reasons, none of which warrant
attention here. I’m through the worst of it with a five-day weekend on the
horizon—including the Heart “tribute to Led Zeppelin” concert on Sunday night,
woo hoo—so the point of this post is mostly to demonstrate that each philosophy
I try to embrace can (and often will) slip like a greased porker from my grasp.
However, I do not give up. The reset button on that neutral space is better pressed
first thing in the morning, but it’s not about maintaining the positive vibe
from dawn ’til dusk. It’s about maintaining it for as long as you can. Be it a
day, half a day, or an hour, every positive thought you can think does more
good in the world than you imagine. Momentum is merely a bonus.
So, if you can’t carpe the diem, try carping the momento.
It’s worth every breath until it’s gone, and the beauty is, you can always
start over in the morning.
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