Morning breath is the next worse thing to morning shits right,

I’d like to think I’ve tried it all. Water before bed. Hot water prayer duct taping my mouth shut. And nothing!

But what about a busy mind frame l, to me that the next next words in the morning. To wake up and can’t decide either you want to pray talk your partner into work while she’s on the highway or pick up some on finished business for work or school.

Well let me tell you. I don’t care if Jesus called if I haven’t meditated, prayed, did a light intermediate workout read at least a chapter of one of. My I believe in my rituals self reminder books I don’t want to see them or hear from them in a way I have to choose them over me.

In the morning. I like to be selfish with my first hour.

And with breath like mine, you may want me to.

What is it with that anyway. I think I left the heater on too high or something so my body just starts cooking from the outside, heating up the inside and all the foods and juices start boiling and heat comes Halitosis and slaps us all in the face with the first few words I speak. So yeah I think outside of the yoga and meditation in the morning, let me shower brush my teeth and make a smoothie

On the flip side it’s always a great feeling of having someone to wake up to. Weather it’s your partner, a few family members a best friend or even the little babies.

Nothing says peace like the look on someone else’s face in the morning while their sleep. Getting dressed eating breakfast

Looking at the news.

Being alone ain’t so bad. I have plenty of walls I speak to every morning. Yes I have my Psychosomatic moments.

Good morning tree good morning painting on the wall. Good morning Ninja good morning fruit.

But how ever I start my morning it always starts with a I AM.

Happy to be alive cause I know todays Gina be a good one.

Perspective is the first emotion of the day. When I direct that in the morning that’s the club lock on the steering wheel to how I ride. I decide first and only first if I will have a long day a good day a good day. Or the best day of my life.

The perspective of having the best days of my life, allows me to never be surprised if the good spontaneous things but grateful that they happened because life is supposed to be good. When I believe that, and I affirm that everyday I’m saying to the universe everything I want to make me happy will happen and everything I can do to make it a good day I’m willing to do.

Organizing is great way to spend a morning as well. Taking time to organize your errands to me aligns your with your internal timing. Your always where you’re supposed to be doing what your supposed to do. So sorting those things places and miscellaneous errands out I’m confident in my position in the world.

Writing in the morning is a act of self awareness and faith. Being that ideas priorities and even good deeds have room to sprout into your energy.

So everyday and every chance I get. I take a breath and spread good vibes and not morning breath