It's a New Day

I don't know what time of the morning this took place (and I'm still not quite convinced it actually happened or if I dreamt it) but in the wee hours of the morning, I heard a bird singing outside my window. I lay there in my comatose state, suspended between dream world and real world, listening to that melodious sound...trying to visualize what kind of bird gets up that early whistling a happy tune? I decided it had to be a robin who was grateful to have migrated back to Michigan, thankful that spring has finally arrived and warm weather is promised to be here soon. It was a hopeful and optimistic moment...actually an epiphany moment for me...because somewhere in my cycle of the seasons comes a time that I actually enjoy waking up and embrace the "new day." It's analagous to the mother bear coming out of hibernation. One day I just realize that I look forward to waking up, lacing up my sneakers, and taking a brisk morning walk to clear the cobwebs. It energizes me, refreshes me, propels me. So I decided that I'm going try to be like that little robin...waking up in the wee hours of the morning whistling a happy tune. If it works for mother robin, it can work for me.