I woke up with an attitude of gratitude.
A smile on my face, joy in my heart to face another day.
In spite of night terrors and insomnia,
I rose up like a queen, who slept all night on the highest thread count.
I didn’t drag out of bed,
I hopped out with a giddy anticipation of what the day could bring.
Cooking breakfast, singing praises to my heavenly father, laughing and embracing the love of my child.
So many years of sadness, I finally learned how to smile.
In the seasons of depression,
I was a habitual slob,
Today I clean, enjoy order, organization and neatness.
Gaining intellectual insight, mental peace and clarity.
Who knew sweeping and washing the dishes could be exhilarating and uplifting.
I stand in awe of all I have done and how I have grown.
Evolved and transformed, from discarded trash to truly a treasure of my own.
I discovered the value of myself, without the validation of others.
Even in moments of sadness, I keep the smile. I now wear it inside to out.
Refusing to let the hardships of life and ungratefulness to be carried within my soul.
I continue on this journey from broken to whole.