It happens every morning. Well before my alarm clock goes off. Just as the sun is starting to come up, the birds outside my bedroom window lose their minds. They start chirping and rustling around, so excited about a new day. And while I am trying to get a few more hours of sleep, all I can hear is these happy little birds outside my window. My initial reaction is anger. I need my beauty sleep! Don't the birds understand this? But why does this annoy me so much? Why can’t I join in on their joy fest?
It’s instinct for a bird to be happy in the morning. They don’t have the human-made stresses that block their happiness. They don't have to worry about whose turn it is to drive the carpool today. They don't have to dread going to a dead end job that they hate. They don't have to spend the day worrying about if they are overeating or not exercising enough. When the sun comes up, they couldn’t be more excited to be alive. Not a worry in the world. All they care about is how great it is that the sun is coming up. It's a new day. New opportunities. New worms to eat. How exciting!
As I started thinking more about it, I thought it was interesting that my first reaction was anger. How could I be angry at something for being happy? True, it was interrupting my oh-so-precious beauty sleep, but that was not their intention. It's not like the birds are out there planning how to make my life miserable. They just have such a strong sense of joy that they can't contain themselves. They just have to let the world know how awesome it is to have this new day so they sing. They shout. They play. They live!
And this may sound a little corny, but I really want to be more like those birds. I want to be excited to be alive every morning. I want to see all the opportunities that await me when the sun starts coming up. And I want to sing it out loud for everyone to hear, even those people that don't want to hear it. Because it's been my experience that the people that don't want to hear it are the people that need to hear it the most.
I need to hear those birds every morning. I need them there to remind me that today is going to awesome. I'm alive and that's a gift. I don't need to sleep the day away. I need to get up and start singing. Start shouting. Start playing. Start living! And I need to tell the world that new opportunities and new worms await!
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