I don’t always wake up tremendously happy. Really. Not even.
The minute my eyes click open my mind speeds off in about five thousand directions, none of which are particularly blissful or peaceful or calm. It could quite honestly be described as unbridled madness.
In fact, it’s taken me a good deal of practice to be able to choose my mind resolutely enough to change the course of my mornings, my days and my entire life.
I used to figure (upon opening my eyes, I swear, no kidding) I had to battle up, get ready to make a thousand choices and decisions in order to quiet a mind that was tangled with a thousand rabid thoughts – one by one I’d try to stalk them, clutch them and kill them off.