We weigh a lot of things, carefully balancing them in our heads,
bouncing them back and forth thoughtfully to check their heft.
I have a silver tea scoop to grab the pungent loose tea that usually
jumpstarts my grey, pebbly mornings and sends a lurch of
doing into my day, soothing and coaxing sluggishness out of me
and turning it into fire and energy.
First I scoop, measure and calculate a perfect portion
that will change me from bed-being into raw action. Then I pour and plunge, using my personal coffee press, that works wonders with tea too. I wait, shifting thought around and preparing for the day. When the color is rich and welcoming, but not so dark as to anger my benign heart rhythm issue that expresses itself once in a while, I pour.
Depending on what is on my day’s agenda and how complicated it is, I might plunge in and tackle some outstanding tasks that need beginning, or are ready for completion. Or, I might dawdle, reading e-mail, replying, continuing to transition from the rhythm of the quiet night that has hopefully replenished my energy and enthusiasm, into the full and rowdy music of the fledgling day calling for my attentiveness and vitality.
Not every new day dawns with me fully ready to work, to act, to create and to fulfill my business or personal missions. After all, I am an imperfect being just like most. I might need more time and more psychological space on certain days, in order to shake off the clinging residual lethargy (or stress or fear) that threatens to hold me back with a tight grasp. I might find myself needing to engage in calling up the positive self-talk or helpful mantras that will remind me of who I am, what I have survived and conquered in the past and what I require to conquer whatever now weighs me down. I might need to play my self-created tapes to drown out the doubts that still prevent me from feeling my best and beginning anew with the enthusiasm and courage I truly want to have for each day of my life. It might be necessary to convince myself that whatever pains me, worries me, puzzles me, and seems overwhelming or insoluble in this moment, will pass and will dissolve in the mist of the future, as new challenges take their places. I will get through these and fresh, unforeseen ones too…maybe not easily but with skills I can be proud of, that I did not previously possess, and that I have acquired with each page torn off the calendar and each year that I have aged to “perfection”.
It is only then, when I remember to look at who I am, what I have accomplished, both large and small, and what I still hope to do, that I am ready to spring into action.
What is it that propels you into action? What do you feel like when you begin a new day? Is there something that holds you back at times? Can you identify it? What will you do about it to transform it into something helpful and energizing? What kind of positive self-talk can you teach yourself to boost your spirits, to acknowledge the great things about you, and to prod you into action without fear and with enthusiasm?
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