The mornings when life feels absurdly magical via /r/gratitude

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face even before opening my eyes. The sunlight spilling through the window made me giggle at how ridiculously beautiful it looked like warm golden syrup. And the way the air brushed against my skin felt alive and absurdly wonderful like it was tickling me whispering wake up tiny human, it’s all magic ☺️

I rolled out of bed, spinning a little giggling at my own shadow dancing across the floor. Some mornings I become this tiny creature of pure chaos and delight. I want to hug everyone, touch every face, soak in this ridiculous warmth that feels like it belongs only to me. Sometimes I stop mid spin just to stare at a curtain swaying and laugh because why shouldn’t a curtain be hilarious haha. It’s moments like this that make me realize how lucky I am to feel everything so deeply.

I’ve always felt everything intensely. My mornings are never ordinary. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up normal. Because when I wake up there are only two possible realities: either I wake with tears resting on my cheeks or I wake giggling so deliriously happy that the world feels like a magical playground just for me. There is no in between. I wake up either tender and quiet or wildly uncontrollably ridiculously joyful.

When I go to bed heavyhearted I wake with tears lingering in my eyes. I don’t always know why. But then there are the mornings the ones that feel like a miracle. I wake with a smile already tugging at my lips eyes still closed. Sometimes outright giggling before I’ve even taken my first conscious breath. A warmth blooms deep in my chest trickling into my fingers into my toes into every corner of me. And then I notice it: everything is absurdly funny.

The moment I sit up, the whole world feels absurdly magical.

I giggle at the rustle of leaves, the chirp of a bird, the way the curtains sway. Everything feels so absurdly joyful that I can’t stop giggling. Even the sound of my own breathing makes me giggle. Everything feels like it is conspiring to make me laugh.

My whole body vibrates with ridiculous joy. I tumble from the bed in a spinning, squealing mess. Sometimes I laugh at myself for laughing so much and spinning and hugging everything I can reach.

I start giggling mid breath, mid sip, mid thought and it just keeps spilling out. Mid sip of water Giggling. Sunlight hitting my face? Giggling. Shadow moving across the floor? Giggling. I become this little ball of chaos.

And my parrot my poor, poor baby, he suffers the most. I chase him around yelling nonsense like I’m going to eat your head while spinning in wild laughter hahaha and he stares at me like please somebody save me hahaha. Sometimes I just collapse beside him giggling until my cheeks hurt. His wide eyed bewildered stare only makes me laugh harder haha. He doesn’t know whether to be terrified or amazed and honestly sometimes I don’t either.

I really don’t know where it comes from but I wake up with this uncontrollable overwhelming urge to squish, kiss and nibble on everyone’s cheeks. I feel this overwhelming, ridiculous affection for life itself, for the people I love, for every tiny thing around me. Everything feels delicious, soft and magical. I feel like I could just dissolve into laughter and love and never stop.

Even in the midst of this chaos, I sometimes get teary eyed from the intensity of being alive. Every giggle, every spin, every hug makes me feel that I exist in the fullest way possible. Life feels miraculous in these moments when every fiber of my being sparkles with joy and peace simultaneously.

On such mornings when my soul feels light and sparkling, I can’t stop thinking how lucky I am to experience this joy so fully, to feel so much. Life is absurd and wonderful and magical. Some mornings I am rain. Some mornings I feel like a wild laughing storm too wild to contain.

But I’m grateful. Endlessly grateful for the tears, for the smiles, the giggles, the little absurdities, the tiny little magic everywhere. For the fact that I can still feel this much and laugh this hard and love this wildly. Grateful for the laughter that makes me dizzy. Grateful for the tiny magic in every moment, for the joy that spreads like sunlight across my body. I am grateful for my mornings, my heart, my sensitivity, my chaos and my tenderness. Grateful for the intensity of my heart, for the way I feel everything, for the way the world can sweep me off my feet with a single, ordinary moment.

Life is absurd. Life is beautiful. And every morning my heart reminds me not to take a single drop of it for granted. The world is full of beauty and magic, whether I am crying into it or laughing with it.

I felt a little hesitant to share this because I know it might sound unusual. Most people would probably assume I’m on some kind of drug or something to be this happy. But I’ve never touched drugs, I don’t drink and the last time I was on any kind of medication was over a year ago. This is how my heart feels when the world decides to surprise me with joy.

I’m sharing this because sometimes I feel like my mornings are too weird, too intense, too joyful to be understood. But maybe someone else out there feels the same way the uncontrollable giggles, the deep gratitude, the tears that come just from feeling too much 🙂