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 renewe
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