I woke up feeling something today — but I couldn’t name it.
It wasn’t happiness.
It wasn’t sadness.
It wasn’t peace or panic.
Just… off.
My legs felt like stretched-out rubber bands. Probably from all the water I drank the day before trying to stay cool in this brutal 110° heat. It was one of those nights where I got up three, maybe four times — never really sinking into deep sleep. But honestly, it wasn’t just physical.
I tried to talk to a close friend in the morning like I usually do, but the responses were short and distant. One-word replies. When someone you care about seems off, your mind starts asking questions. Did I do something? Are they okay? What’s going on?
They later told me it might be hormones, maybe just a mood — and I get that. We all have those mornings. But I’ll be honest: it left me feeling a little alone.
And when that feeling creeps in, it can either derail your day — or realign it.
That’s when I reminded myself of something I’ve come to believe strongly: vibration matters.
What you put out, you receive.
I’ve known people who walk through life expecting bad things — and guess what? That’s what they get. It becomes their narrative. A self-fulfilling prophecy.
On the flip side, I’ve seen others who expect good things. They speak hope. They try to stay up, even when life is pulling them down. And somehow, they always seem to land on their feet. Maybe not rich. Maybe not “winning.” But okay. Safe. Grateful.
And that’s the key — gratitude and expectation.
So instead of staying stuck in that weird morning mood, I scrubbed the coffee stains off the kitchen floor. I stood up and stretched. I reminded myself that I have water. I have work. I have a roof. And I have the ability to shift my perspective.
The day hadn’t happened yet.
And I still had the power to shape it.