“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive—to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” ~Marcus Aurelius
Here’s a little piece of honest truth…
When I’m stressed, or tired, or overwhelmed, or find my vessel empty and my beingness running on fumes, my view of life tends to narrow just a little bit.
And here’s how that translates: the “rosiness” seems to fade just a touch, a smidgen more heaviness-of-spirit comes in, and I find myself focusing more on what seems to be missing or lacking than what there is of value that feeds and nourishes and inspires me.
That is not to say that when I find myself going through these more trying moments that they are not legitimate, or that I do not have an actual reason to feel a bit worn and weary.
I very well may have a good, solid reason, one that totally makes sense and offers a completely feasible explanation for how I feel and why I am finding myself seeing through a glass darkly.
But losing sight of a bigger picture, one that is grander than the tiny little dim moment that I am in, the temporary “blah” or the funk, has never been a headspace that I’ve felt comfortable luxuriating in for a moment longer than the very moment that I realize this is the state that I’m in.
As soon as I consciously become aware of how I am feeling, and that things are lacking luster and I need a moment to replenish myself, I begin examining how I can turn things around and gain some fresh perspective.
And I begin first by seeking out my gratitude once again when it seems to have (embarrassingly) “left the building”.
In the “get to”, I find some of the playfulness once again, engage that seeker in me, touch upon my curious side…
In the midst of one these recent moments, I had a thought that really turned things around for me and completely changed my perspective, not to mention brought back in my gratitude.
And this is what it was: that all that I do, I get to do, rather than have to do.
It’s a slight shift in perspective, but boy did that make a difference.
To see the things in my life that are at times mundane, or stressful, or overwhelming, or repetitive as things that I get to do—get to participate in, get to bring meaning to, get to find meaning in, get to express myself through, get to make a difference with—is a real gift, one that I never want to take for granted for even a moment.
It is a reminder that I am, indeed, totally free to do as I please (as is everyone), and that I choose to participate in what I choose to participate in, ultimately.
And that freedom found in the “get to” mentality brings so much openness, so much lightness, so much more joy and color and gratitude, that it lifts me out of my funk and helps to bring me back into alignment with truth and purpose and meaning.
It brings back in more of the rosiness, more of the wonder, more of the inspiration.
And that makes all the difference in everyday life and how I live it.
In the “get to”, I find some of the playfulness once again, engage that seeker in me, touch upon my curious side, and begin to see things afresh and anew.
And it is exactly what is needed to jolt me out of that sense of feeling like I’ve hit a wall, or that some of that “joie de vivre”—that joy of life—has slipped away.
So the next time I begin to feel a little stressed, or tired, or overwhelmed, or find my vessel empty and my beingness running on fumes, I’ll do my best to remind myself that everything that I do, I get to do.
And getting to do anything at all is a grand gift, indeed.
Taste what’s good and pass it on.