"Envision your perfect day..."
I don't know how many times I would listen to that meditation. I'd sit there, legs crossed, trying to visualize my perfect day in my ideal life. Over and over.
For some reason, I could never get past visualizing the morning.
I would wake up with the sun rising. White long curtains hanging in front of the window.
And that's not far off from where my life is now.
Waking up to a bed of white blankets, white curtains flowing with my window slightly open.
The smell of essential oils diffusing on my dresser.
A journal beside my bed, books, my Bible.
The perfect morning. Almost every morning.
A gratitude for the day to come. Maybe that's all that matters.