dove flutters in my chest,
shed the deep slumber
and wake to joy
every moment
a renewed chance
for gratitude,
the priorities of my heart
shining through
as steps onward,
upward
are taken, at last.
At last:
peace.
There are no rest stops
on the road of life,
but this I carry with me:
Peace be unto you.
And also with you.
This morning, I woke up happy. It's almost silly that I would be grateful for such a simple thing. For most of my life, I have been pretty happy when I wake up. When I was little, I loved to set my alarm and wake up right at 7:15 so I would have time to get completely ready before school. I have lost some of that excitement to wake up in the mornings, and perhaps that has something to do with the fact that I no longer have anyone to enforce my bedtime. Sunday is quickly becoming my favorite day of the week partly due to the fact that it is the only day I don't have to wake up before 9. Sometimes in life, it is a difficult choice to be happy, and other times it is an easy one. Today, it is easy.
