When I wake up I have two thoughts: What day is it, and what's the weather? It's Spring in Upstate New York, so you just never know what's going to happen around here. It could snow in the morning and be 70 and sunny just after lunch.
Will I go shopping or do laundry?
Is it a day I meet friends somewhere
or do I have paperwork to do?
Can I go for a walk today or is it raining?
Used to be my absolute first thought was, "Gotta get my coffee and cigarettes ASAP." I had a comfy chair by a low window that looked out on the back yard, where I'd often see deer or rabbits or the occasional fox. I do miss that part. But I don't miss smoking. Like, at all. And I don't think about smoking. Like, ever.
Until, that is, I come here.
I come here every morning after breakfast. It's been my routine since I quit, and it's helped me ENORMOUSLY. In fact, I can say with certainty I'd never have made it without this community. But it is hard sometimes. There are days I can't read anyone's blogs because I just can't. There are days I can't tolerate anyone else's stories. So I don't even try.
And then there are days I am sailing through stories and words and likewise all the words sail through me and I'm helpful and joyful and here for anyone. I just never know what each day will have in store for me. Today happens to be a day I can't quite make it to read stuff, but I feel like doing this.
That's life, right? Nothing is absolute, nothing is set in stone, every day is a thousand little choices we make. I choose to honor how I feel each day and not force myself to do anything I don't want to. I do that because I spent my whole life doing the opposite and now the Universe owes me.
Here's the moral to the story: Make your day unique to you. Make your choices purposeful. You know I will.