How easily one can fritter time away at the beginning of the day, a little of this and a little of that- and the next thing we know the morning is gone. When a morning is gone, all the richness that comes with the first breaking of day evaporates. Morning, with its bursting of light as the sun unfolds its brilliant colors, seems to almost shout to the world; "I have come. Here we go again. I have sent night packing."
There is a freshness to a new day. New possibilities present themselves as they form in the head. It is morning. It is the beginning. It has all the promise of a beginning. It has none of the regret or disappointment, which may have arrived by afternoon. By afternoon, one's tracks for the day are set, a pattern has been established. If the pattern is good, the afternoon can be fulfilling, but if somehow morning has missed its mark, afternoon becomes more of a holding ground than a fruition.
Each morning is a gift, waiting to be received, opened and appreciated. We must mark well what we do with it, because if we waste it, we'll keynote the whole day on the wrong key. Perceiving each morning as a new beginning creates not only a sense of excitement, but brings a sense of responsibility for it calls for action from us. It makes demands- calls for resolutions not to waste our morning, not to take it for granted but to seize it as an opportunity for renewal.
I will ask myself some questions: Am I really using the talents I have been blessed with to meet the challenges that the new day poses? Am I looking with open eyes and an open mind and a creative spirit to each task that lies before me? Am I bringing energy to the task? Above all am I remembering that no moment is exactly like another moment, even though at times it may feel like "here we go again"?
It is clear that we must be ever vigilant, ever aware, ever alert and ever alive to the fact that every morning offers us an opportunity to improve on the previous day.
Let us never take the gift of a morning for granted.
1/12/02