The power within

People are like sticks of dynamite; the power's on the inside but nothing happens until the fuse gets lit. Author unknown

I don't always live at a ten. In fact, ten is a sometimes reality. Often, I'm at a seven or an eight, doing my best, knowing there's more to come.

And that's the thing. No matter 'where' I'm at, it's up to me to be the best I can be where ever I am.

Last night the phone rang just before eleven. I was drifting into sleep. Floating on that cloud of peacefulness that descends just before sleep envelopes me in its dreamy proposition.

Brrrinnnnggg!

I awoke.

At midnight, I got up to read. About 1:30 I finally went back to bed.

This morning, I'm a 4. Groggy. Sleepy. I awoke and rolled over, willing myself to fall back to sleep. I drifted in and out of slumber for awhile and finally realized, I must arise. Morning will not await. Time will not stop just because I'm tired. The day doesn't change because of my fatigue. I make change happen because of the energy I put into my day.

Today is not a day to leap tall buildings, I tell myself. It's going to be a long day. I think about the evening. Going to bed early. How will I make it through the day.

Stop! My thinking is making me tired. I may not feel like I'm at 10, it is still a good day nonetheless. It is the only day I have to live.

It's up to me to find the fuse that will light my fire, ignite my power -- at what ever level it is.

Some days, I'm not a 10. No matter where I'm at, it's up to me to pour myself into my day, ignite my creativity and get going, living my day where ever I'm at, being the best at being me.

Remember the one degree? Water will not boil at 211 degrees. It takes one degree to make it boil. And with that one degree, water boils, steam happens, engines are fired and things are put in motion.

I'm many degrees from my boiling point. Gotta get huffing. My day awaits and I must find the energy to stoke the flames of my imagination, fire up my engine and get moving.

I pick up a different pair of glasses. Being tired is just a state of mind. How I move through the day is up to me. I have the power to be whatever I choose. I have the power to change my state of being, to move my thinking away from feeling tired, to being excited about my day.

I imagine myself as a stick of dynamite, set to explode into the morning. I see myself as a spark, a filament in a light bulb. All I need to do is leap into my day. I flip the switch.

My morning explodes with possibilities. My day breaks with a bang! Wow! What a wonderful day to be alive. What an amazing day to be me!

The question is: Do you let tiredness, ennui, low energy dictate your state of being? Do you accept tired as the way to live? Are you willing to light the fuse on your imagination and explode into your day?