Hosanna

Today is a new day, unlike any that has come before it.  It is a completely blank slate, and as such I can do whatever I want with it provided I don’t violate the rights of others.  This new day comes unencumbered by past fears, prejudices, and mistakes.  It is an opportunity to reinvent myself if I don’t like what I see in the morning mirror.  That person facing you in said mirror is every bit as much a chameleon as those sneaky little lizards you see crawling around on the walls of Mexican vacation villas; either can change dramatically when confronted by vexing circumstances.  Facing a virgin day is like heading off into an inscrutable and unexplored wilderness, with all of the anticipation and excitement and wonderment such a journey should engender.  Today is a new day to explore—all by myself if I so choose or with others if that is my predilection—and I feel undeservedly blessed to have been handed something this sacrosanct.  I understandably and thusly do not plan on wasting it, if for no other reason when the grandfather clock hanging on the living room wall over there strikes midnight for the day I am currently experiencing—this divine gift from God worthy of genuflection and exclaiming hosannas from the most lofty mountaintops—it will henceforth be extinct and there will never be another one to replace it.