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So, how's your morning? Not that I'm asking for small talk, but because that little question is a doorway. I like to imagine it swinging open on a hinge of sunlight, the kind that slips through blinds in thin stripes and paints your hands gold while you make coffee or simply sit still and let the house breathe. There’s always a feeling that lives in those first moments, fragile and honest, before obligations pull the curtains all the way back. It can be light and buoyant, the quick rise of optimism that makes you whistle without knowing the tune. Or it can be slow and heavy, like the tide that spends its strength against the sand before the sea decides to come in.
I remember a morning not long ago when my phone buzzed with news and my plans felt like a stack of wet papers. I paused and asked myself, how's your feeling? The question felt clumsy, and yet it was exactly what I needed. Naming the mood made it smaller, more accountable. I could see it then: a soft, gray knot in the chest, a suspicion that today would be more grind than gift. So I did something tiny. I opened the window and I watched the sky rise from indigo to a stubborn blue. I breathed. That slow ritual shifted something. The knot loosened by the width of a single exhale.
There’s a pattern here that keeps showing up: rise as a verb and rise as a promise. The sun rises whether you're ready or not. Bodies rise from beds; markets rise and fall; voices rise in laughter and in argument. Yet the most interesting rises are the ones that have room for choice. You can decide to let hope rise in you, not as a denial of hardship but as a companion to it. You can choose to let curiosity rise instead of fear. On certain mornings I let gratitude rise first, like yeast in dough, and it changes everything that follows.
Maybe the practice is simply this: check in. Ask out loud or silently, how's your heart, how's your feeling today? Acknowledge the answer without fixing it right away. Give it a moment to stretch. Then let something small rise in response — a cup of tea, a phone call to an old friend, a walk down the street where the air feels new because you decided to notice it.
By the time the day moves into its complicated elbows and sharp corners, you’ve already built a quiet line of resilience. It isn't dramatic. It’s a steady rise, the kind that happens when you return to yourself again and again. So next time the morning asks you a question, answer it honestly. And then watch what rises from that answer. It might be more than you expected.