Today, I opened my eyes for the 20,277th day in a row.
Never have I been more grateful to realize the dawn breaking through the cracks in my window blinds, or how glorious that first big morning stretch feels, ending in tremors just like a cat’s tail after a long nap. My sleepy, cozy dog next to me mutters in protest, but she gets up, scream-yawns, does her own stretches, wags her tail and smiles up at me before we head outside. Our morning ritual.
I forgot to turn the heat on last night and it’s chilly in here—I set the thermostat to 68 and the furnace kicks on for the first time this season, the familiar “what’s burning” smell wafts through the registers.
Winter is quite literally in the air this morning. A blustery wind and falling temps makes it feel like 24° and I am in heaven. I inhale deeply, the sharp cold air hits my lungs and I am invigorated.
Every moment of my life is an act of mindfulness and gratitude and it has profoundly changed me. I have been elevated and awakened, experiencing the fullness of Life and the daily miracles that come with it. I am at peace.
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