There’s something magical about waking up to sunshine. I am not sure if it’s because I live in New England and there’s a time every year where I wake up in the darkness and end my day in the darkness. Slowly but surely the work day ends with more and more light. The sun makes an appearance earlier and earlier. That initial steps into the outdoor brings an absolute rush of joy. My mindset immediately looks to positivity and cheerfulness. Lets GOOOOOO! Let this day begin.

I need to bottle this rush of feel good feelings and store away for those dark winter mornings and early evenings. I often tolerate the rainy season for I know this rain is symbolic of washing away all the muck and dirt that has accumulated over the winter. In it’s place, the grass will be a vibrant green, flowers will sway in the cool breeze and there is an overall sense that all is right in the world.

Obviously, all is not right in the world. The current state of the country and world at large is disheartening. Many young lives are being lost every second of the day, access to healthcare, quality housing and even early childhood education is rare for the general public. The black maternity mortality rate is still way too high for comfort and the loneliness epidemic and found its way in all areas of our society. Nonetheless, there’s a sense of hope for a better tomorrow as the sun streams down and warms my face. I refuse to believe that things can not get better. That hope is what keeps me going. My now four year old son has told me more than once that he wants to travel to the moon with me. The possibility may be there for him one day as it will be for many children born in this time.

While we await necessary changes to the many societal qualms (that may or may not ever come) let us continue to bask in the warmth of the sun. Please continue to live each moment filled with gratitude (the true key to happiness) and a surround ourselves with those who accept us for who we are in all our perfectly imperfectness. Blessings.