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Waking up to a Gold Morning


Every morning is a new promise.  It is the beginning of the rest of my life.  It is the opportunity to begin anew once again.  To start the journey again with the confidence that I can change what can be changed and with the insight that I will accept what cannot be changed.

What makes a good morning begins with the pre-dawn freshness of the cool air that distils through the chinks in the window.  The sun has not risen yet.  The lark has not only risen but is on its wings.  It whistles its usual tune from its blissful height.  The tune may be usual but its meaning depends on my response to it.  I choose to whistle back.

That’s what converts my good morning to a gold morning.  My choice is the miracle worker.  I choose to smile rather than smirk.  I choose to respond rather than react.  I choose to hope rather than give up. 

I set my value rather than let others do it.  I forgive myself and others.  I refuse to be a victim.  I choose to carry on the journey.  With renewed vigour.  Start again.  The new dawn is the new promise.  The new promise is the alchemising mantra.

The hurts of yesterday are not just an old chapter in the present book; they belong to an old book.  This morning, I begin to write a new book.  I know that this book too will have its share of both joys and sorrows, agony and ecstasy, ennui and buoyancy. 

What transmute the good morning to a gold morning are my choices, my attitudes, and the insights that yesterdays have taught me.  “The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance,” as Arnold Bennett put it charmingly.  The good morning turns into a gold morning the moment I realise that there’s a whole day ahead of me to use it whichever way I choose.  Gold is a matter of choice even as mediocrity is.   The day is mine to convert into gold, in short.  It is there waiting for me, as perfect as it is, spotless, waiting for my hands to craft it as I wish. 

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And there are certain things to start the day with, catalysing the conversion of the good into gold.  More mundane things than the alchemising attitude.  A steaming cup of green tea, for example.  What about a good tooth paste and a matching brush? 

They too matter.  In fact, this blog post has been inspired by one such morning accoutrement: Colgate 360° Charcoal Gold


asks the question what is it about a morning that is great enough to alchemise it into golden.  This post is my answer.

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  1. Very beautifully written, mornings are always special for me since they signify a whole new day of opportunities!

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