Just Another Day: Only if We Want it to Be

There are always two paths, from whence we choose. Left or right. Forward or backwards. Up or down. With each opportunity we are given options, even if we no not see the alternatives. The alarm beeps....we hit snooze. It beeps again... we hit the snooze button again. Do we wake up, put our feet firmly on the ground, eager and ready for the day, or do we grumble, kick the covers off and with a heavy heart, stumble into the shower? A choice. Albeit, one of attitude.

In the moment we enter the day, join the hustle and bustle of life, are we willing participants or reluctant spectators?

Every day is exactly the same. No voice, just routine. No expression, just indifference. A lethargy, entombing spirit and felicity. Voices distant and muffled, direct and suppress. Leaving a feeling of melancholy, that can't seem to be shaken off. It follows us around like a heavy fog. Nothing seems interesting or intriguing, but, we are compliant. Discussing, implementing, fulfilling the requirements. It is as if the universe is daring us to move. Daring us to overcome the burden of boredom and exile. Welcome to the fallout. The aftermath of resistance and rigidity.

They say we are what we are. But, we don't have to be. 

Conversation, both familiar and comforting. The scenery may be the same, but the landscape changes daily. Every feature altered by an outlook, both earnest and inquisitive. A warmth and brightness, ebbs and flows with each transition. The direction is focused, but the course: meandering and continuous, creating a sense of involvement and camaraderie. It is as if the universe is daring us to swim the current. Daring us to drench ourselves, in individuality and persistence. Daring us to succumb to curiosity. Welcome to emancipation. The liberation of spirit.

They say "I am done. I give up. I am just phoning it in." But, they do not have to.

We have traveled many roads. Overcome the hardest of trials and tribulations. We are still here. We have not been presented with a 'yellow brick road' to Oz. One that leads us to all the answers. We have not been given an excuse, to not give it our all. But, rather, we have been granted access to even more valuable information. The ability to recognize our short-comings and evolve past them. The strength to find within us, the fortitude to be better. Not only for ourselves, but for those around us, who need us to.

We can allow every day to be redundant and hog-tied or we can thrust off the shackles of inertia and apathy and welcome the moments of exhaustion, because only then, will we truly know, we have given it our all. Our all, is all we have to give. A choice. Albeit, one of attitude.

It all comes down to that, attitude. This demeanor, both fixed and fluent. This temperament, both instant and eventual. This sensibility, both nurturing and accepting. This perspective, that only we can shape. The power is ours alone. 

Each day, just another day, if we want it to be, or a new adventure if we welcome it. Little wonders become extraordinary events, if we allow them to be. 

Let the frustration and fatigue roll right off your shoulders, let in the clarity and twist and turns of fate. These small breezes are what keeps the creativity circulating. Let them carry you, where you end up, is just where you are supposed to be. Giving it your all, because your all is you have to give.