
I have a special place in my heart for the kind of words that make me slow down and feel. My little sister woke up one morning and looked at me, with a warm smile she exhaled “I have butterflies” I smiled and asked why. “Just because, it’s a new day.” I laughed in admiration. “I’m so excited when I wake up. Even if my only plan is to clean my room.” Time around me paused. When was the last time I woke up and felt excited to clean my room? It’s been awhile, but why has it been so long?
An entire shift in my being was felt that morning. I looked at my sister and felt proud to call her mine. I suppose we all have this option, to feel alive in the morning, whether we are morning people are not, which I most certainly am not – but this doesn’t mean that I can’t flutter within. I too am capable, to acknowledge opportunity and declare the good that’s to come. This is the season where better things are in store. I feel it within. Through the challenges we’ve faced together and the obstacles I’ve fought personally, I’m on my way. To get to our best days we must live through our hardest.
It comes down to perspective. We’ve all known challenge, this world-wide pandemic makes that obvious, but it’s somehow comforting that we’re in it together. A slow reminder that we’re all human. We desire to be heard, cared for, safe under each-other. Our personal obstacles can be shifted into perspective of opportunity. Chance. Time dedicated to fight and seek the reward. We all wake with a choice to be made – It takes the same amount of energy to focus on fear, worry and the thought of failure that it does to live in faith, hope and dedication to make our day worthy.
“The moment you feel joy, the moment you laugh and change your perception, you change your immunity, your body chemistry, and your whole well-being.” D. Mridha
As the sun shows it’s first light, possibility follows. Asking to be grasped. The time has come, and what’s in store is aligned in perfect reason. As my faith expands, my spirit follows. And as I rise, the butterflies will dance.
-Sadianne Joyce
