I am cocreating my future.
My waking mind is abuzz with possible activities for the day. I have the privelege of choice because I am blessed with the provision of my basic survival needs. I have shelter, food, love and affection, safety.
I have a blank canvas on which to paint my life. Will I see that as a blessing or a burden? Do I see a vibrant palette of universally beautiful colors or a murky quagmire of ugly obstacles? I get to choose. I can dance. I can slog.