First thing in the morning

First thing in the morning, not to waste time figuring out how I’m faulty, but to love who I am.

First thing in the morning, not to entangle myself in the lives of others, but to let myself be. To let my fire breathe.

First thing in the morning, not to be drenched in yesterday’s misery, but to be purified by the rising sun. To remove the ghosts of stumbling blocks, clear away what was.

Stillness of the morning to my rescue, gently calling me to wake me up, to set me apart from any and all that don’t return my love. To take in the blessing of new paths opening up.