Today. It’s here. Right now. For you and for me. Did you wake up this morning thinking “What day is it? It is today. My favorite day.”?    
Well, my internal voice didn’t sound quite like that. It went something more like this– “I can’t believe it’s already time for my alarm to go off. Ugh, this head cold is getting to me. I’m sooooo tired. And it’s ONLY Thursday.”

You get the picture, right? Even though I love my job and have an incredible family and awesome friends and coworkers, there’s absolutely no part of me that woke up thinking that today is my favorite day. Instead, it already feels like one of those days where I’m going to be fighting it.  

But it kind of got me thinking. When you and I wake up secretly hoping it wasn’t today, we’re setting ourselves up to miss all the blessings in the day. My sense is that it would be quite a shift for many of us (myself included) to be a person who chooses to recognize the fact that each new day is truly a gift and a blessing and to seek what’s good out of the day no matter what situation or circumstances the day holds. It may sound far-fetched for some or like something to aspire to for others.  

My hope and prayer is that you and I would set our heats and minds on waking up and seeing the possibility in each of our “todays.” That we wouldn’t wait for special occasions or vacation weeks or the weekends to be our favorite days. That today we would find a favorite part of our day and give thanks. Because today is the present. It’s another 24-hour gift we’ve each been given. So let’s choose to spend it wisely rather than wishing it away. Are we going to get it “right” every day? No way. But let’s not strive for perfection. Just progress.  

When you got out of bed this morning, were you hoping it was a day you didn’t have to tackle your long list of to-do’s? Were you wishing it was the weekend or the start of your vacation? What if you and I started to live in such a way that we decided that today (no matter what day today is) is our favorite day? Or that we began to recognizing a favorite part of every day? Wouldn’t we make more of our days count?