It always pays off for me to get up early and see the sunrise over the old Red Barn.

Every morning, I say my Mantra or some version of it. I don’t whine about the pandemic or politics or floods or fires or drought. Everyone has it worse than I do

Those are not things I can control. They are sad and awful things, but I am the master of my feelings and hopes, no one else.

I think of two positive things.

I think of two things I love.

I think of two things that love me.

I remind myself to stay strong.

I remind myself to stay from people who can’t feel hope.

I stay away from people who speak poorly of their lives.

I plan at least one good thing – a small act of great kindness –  a day for someone needy and vulnerable.

I ask myself who I wish to be today and thank myself for being a better human.

I think of gratitude and all the things I have in my life.

My mantra is an excellent way to start the day.

I hug my dogs.