When I checked in with myself about how I was feeling today, the word “revival” came to mind. I’m not sure why. I mean every day you wake up and start anew is a revival. Hell, even every minute. Maybe that’s why. I was kind of out of sorts today and was not present and my wife reminded me that that was what was happening.
I got down in the mouth about it and began feeling sorry for myself, when I realized that as another minute passes, I can be made new again. We all can. It’s just a matter of changing your thinking so that you’re in a new head—and heart—space again.
It feels kind of good knowing that we all have this power, and can summon it at any time. It’s amazing really, and we need to exercise it more often.
Now I just need to remember that it’s available to me and use it when needed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.