Some mornings don’t go so smoothly though. I hit the snooze button too many times. I spill my coffee. My oatmeal boils out of the pot. I take too long eating. I take too long showering. It’s a rude awakening. A bad way to start any day.
Maybe I’m going soft with my age, but bad mornings affect me more. Being five minutes late stresses me out. I curse and speed all the way to work, trying to make up time. More negativity.
Luckily along with age I’ve been blessed with more self awareness. I know when I’m in a bad mood, I know how I affect others, I know how futile my negative thoughts are.
So I try.
I try to calm myself. I reaffirm who I am. I’m not only five minutes late, I’m a lot more. I try to keep things in perspective. My spilled coffee didn’t hurt anyone, so why let it anger me? I try to forgive myself. I’ve been forgiven from a lot more. Learn from this, and move on.
It is me and my thoughts that make a morning bad, and they, my thoughts, either build me up, or tear me down. They’re always moving; but thankfully I have control over them, and even spilled coffee is still coffee.