The Good in Good Morning

Angie Good Morning, New York City 0 Comments


Dear Universe,

Lately, I’ve been spending some time in New York City visiting my family.

This means I get to walk around a lot more, which is great.

Except when it rains.  I’m not a huge fan of walking in the rain.

So when it was raining the other day I wasn’t in the best of moods.  My feet were annoyed, my hair was annoyed and that’s when it happened.

As I walked at my brisk, irritated pace someone said, “Good Morning!” I probably looked taken aback, but managed to respond with a good morning—though I admit, it wasn’t as cheery.

I walked about a block further and it happened again.  This “Good Morning!” was even more enthusiastic than the last.  I returned the greeting, this time with a little more heart.

Not even thirty seconds later, I got another “Good Morning!”  I had to smile when I responded.  I think I may have even let out a small laugh.

Who says people in the Northeast are cold and in a constant hurry?

It really was a good morning.  It wasn’t raining that hard and it was a mild day.  Things were fairly calm in my world.  I took it as a sign from you, Universe.  A sign to snap out of it and enjoy my day.

So I did.


Thank you for the good-good mornings.  I got the message loud and clear.  Sorry it took me a few times.

With Gratitude,



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