After I read the post, I began to ponder. What is it in my little one that when she wakes up, she's up and energized, excited for the days activites, no matter how mundane? (Shopping? I get to go shopping with Mama? That is so much fun. Can I push the cart? Can we buy food I like? Can we go to store X where I get a treat?)
My blog will be how I am waking up full of awesome, how I will greet the day as if it were a gift with many hidden blessings waiting to be discovered, or simply, my own, Groovy Awesomeness.
Here is the post I read, reprinted here with permission. I hope it inspires you too!
There was a time when you were five years old,
and you woke up full of awesome.
You knew you were awesome.
You loved yourself.
You thought you were beautiful,
even with missing teeth and messy hair and mismatched socks inside your grubby sneakers.
You loved your body, and the things it could do.
You thought you were strong.
You knew you were smart.
Do you still have it?
Did someone take it from you?
Did you let them?
Did you hand it over, because someone told you weren’t beautiful enough, thin enough, smart enough, good enough?
Why the hell would you listen to them?
Did you consider they might be full of shit?
Wouldn’t that be nuts, to tell my little girl below that in another five or ten years she might hate herself because she doesn’t look like a starving and Photoshopped fashion model?
Or even more bizarre, that she should be sexy over smart, beautiful over bold?
Are you freaking kidding me?
Look at her. She is full of awesome.
You were, once. Maybe you still are. Maybe you are in the process of getting it back.
All I know is that if you aren’t waking up feeling like this about yourself, you are really missing out.