Oh how I love Sunday mornings, with its lowered expectation of much getting done too early. It’s just fine on this day that I sit here in my writing chair, sipping hot coffee, and visualizing what this day will hold. I often do that. I close my eyes just for a moment and I see the project I’ve been working on as completed. I see my friends and family, individually, feeling well and smiling as they’ve survived being held captive by COVID19.  I feel that grateful feeling that I know so well and I count my blessings….only then will I begin my day in earnest.

Feeling grateful wasn’t always easy, and yes, when I let something get under my skin, I’m not practicing gratitude. When I first realized and understood that having a good day was a choice…not just luck or serendipity, but a choice that I make each and every day, I began my practice in being grateful. To help me make it so, I use affirmations and I believe them with my whole heart. I repeat them every day. Something like,

 “I am whole and I’m so happy. I have everything that I need. I am healthy and I am successful. Money always finds me. My business is growing every day. I am more than enough.  I see the good in everyone today. Everything happens in my favor! Today is mine and I’m so excited to see what happens next.”

At first I did this through tears and fear and sometimes untold sadness…today I say these things and I believe them to my very core. Our lives are to be enjoyed and to every degree that I can I reach for it…I strive to live my best life by observing the details and celebrating them.  My days start out happy and I keep them this way by listening to music, playing with glass, writing these letters to and to me, too.

If, sometimes, the world gets too loud…if the sounds are like nails on the chalkboard, if I need to escape and find the peace that my soul needs, I know where to go. I go inside of me and find another way to look at it. My place to reset my perspective lives in me. Like my mom told me, as the shutters would bang against the house during a storm….”Lynee’, just make music of it.  Turn it into music. “And that’s what I do…I just turn it into music.  I hope that you can, too. Our lives are too short to be unhappy or to hate. Today, you can start again.