Oh, hi friends!
The sun hasn’t emerged in days in New York, but I had a lovely and relaxed birthday (pancakes and mediterranean food and a special birthday video message from Fiona the famous hippo, courtesy of Colin).
And here on a Monday I’m reminded, yet again, of how our interpretation of moments color how we feel about them.
The text that arrives and annoys you, the big news you’re waiting on, the weather that threatens to ruin your plans.
They’re simply events; they don’t tell you how to feel. You tell yourself how to feel.
I did a podcast interview with my friend Steve this morning and I asked him how he judges whether he’s had a successful day. And he didn’t hesitate: He said he already knew this morning that it was going to be a successful day. And that he would just do what he needed to do.
Why was this so powerful?
Another reminder that feelings lead to action. You know it’s going to be good—so then it becomes good.
Believe first. Then act.
It is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.
From “Invitation” by Mary Oliver, suggest reading the full poem.
Thanks to Caroline Linton for sharing!
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Happy birthday, and thanks for sharing the Mary Oliver poem! Do you know someone who wants to sell a house in southern California? I want to move from Georgia to be near my daughter in Los Angeles. I can only afford about $330,000, which is probably like hunting a unicorn; but I believe in miracles!