Many, many days,
I woke up and said,
“Oh.”
which really meant,
“No.”
to me,
to work,
to relationships,
to life.
While my son ate Cheery-Os,
my state of being was
being fed No.
No wonder.
No joy.
No possibility.
No to life.
It was no way to live.
Then, I began to teach myself
not to say (or think) anything until
after
the morning rituals and routines,
which are all designed to say,
“Ohh.” meaning
“Yes.”
Now my state of being
is being fed
Yes.
Yes to me.
Yes to work.
Yes to relationships.
Yes to possibility.
Yes to wonder.
Yes to joy.
Yes to life.
What are your
morning Ohs
feeding you?