Every now and then, the journaling app I use, tries to sell me a few extras. There’s no adverts in the actual application because I’m happy to pay a small monthly sum for backup and suchlike. The optional extras only appear when you go looking in the coaching or life goals areas.
With that in mind, this popped up: Mornings are extremely important as they are the foundation from which the day is built on. How we choose to spend our mornings will influence how our days will be like so start your day right!
I have a bit of an issue with that pitch. It’s not wrong per se, although I think that’s a view of the world…. and there are a lot of views about the world 😉
I feel that mornings are just a period of time. For some, they may be coming off shift, just returning from an early start, or trying their best after a not so good night’s sleep.
The idea that they are a foundation makes me think that there’s an element of right or wrong. Ah, it’s all gone Pete Tong (for non UK readers, that would be rhyming slang for wrong, BTW) because of blah, blah, and blah.
The concept of things being wrong or right feels too absolute for most of the everyday. Life seems more nuanced and by stating a binary: well, it’s a win/fail situation. I don’t think that’s good for us.
I mean look at the T stuff. It’s been many months since I’ve put an outfit together or had to do my makeup. When it comes to mixing the cement and applying, I’d be happy with good. It’s not that “not good” means bad. It’s more a scale. On point would be grand, flawless seems unlikely, okay is, well, okay.
By having a scale, I’m letting myself off easily. I’m not failing with yes/no. I have room to grow and I can think on it would be very next time if…
Perhaps that’s why I have an issue with the concept of passing. Sure, looking your best is great, but with my height, voice, and facial features, it’s highly unlikely. The thing is, I don’t mind. Well, mostly 😉 Seriously, I’ve made peace with it. I can only do the best I can with what I’ve been dealt with genetically.
So, going full circle: maybe what I was the foundation, but that start does not define nor limit me. It’s just a moment in time, an observation even, and how I choose to be, behave, or look varies. Without a binary, I have choice and room to grow.