Moments like these remind me, with full on gratitude, how beautiful it feels to wake up clear headed. No hangover. No shame. No regret.

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Music for the read
Faith’s Hymn, Beautiful Chorus

Morning meditation mantra: I am enough

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I wake up this morning with no compass, no direction. A void, no usual ping of joy and happiness at another beautiful day granted to me. I compel myself to hold patience and compassion, and focus on coffee as the next step to opening my mind and my soul to the new day.

As the beans grind and the hot water heats, the day’s responsibilities, concerns, errands, and to do lists start to tap at my mind’s door. I sense a tidal wave behind that door, thinking of all that I have to accomplish today. No more procrastinating. I have reached final deadlines with a Friday showing on the calendar. A familiar tactic for me, but one that often works. The adage “there’s nothing like a deadline” pushes my buttons well. But I click the locks closed on that door and remind myself that it is early. This is my time.

I settle into my corner on the sofa, salt lamps glowing, coffee steaming, and I cue up my meditation. Peloton instructor Chelsea begins with deep breaths, release, and music that always sets my internal rhythms and vibration. Or rather resets them. Joy starts to bubble up. The tidal wave bulges at the door.

I am enough, she says. My inner voice echoes. Breath. Focus. Heart filling, pulse slowing.

Take a deep breath, and then add to it, hold it, and as you do feel your heart rate quicken. Hold as you feel your strength shooting through your body. I am enough.

Whoosh, air released through the crown of my head. The tidal wave lessens. I hear the leaping feet of our cat Hugo. I peer through closed eyes and I see him dancing about, delighting in a fly that somehow made its way into our small space. He leaps and dances, his eyes wide, and I swear, a smile on his face. A gentle reminder to not take myself too seriously, to not take it all too seriously, and to dance and leap and have fun amidst it all.

Breath.

I am enough.

Compass set as the muses step in front of that tidal wave and beckon me forward with a set direction for the day. I am enough. And I will leap and dance. Soar.