He ran up hill to the smell of bacon. Mist swirled off a passing car and he ducked under the cloud as if hitting it might have stopped his progress. The call of breakfast hurried his pace but did nothing to quell the rumbling response in his stomach. His feet slapped against the pavement and beat out a cadence, a rhythm, that heralded the coming dawn and the day that lurked beyond. It was a song he knew well, a song he’d helped create every morning for nearly a year. And what a year it had been.
New car. New house. New wife. The smell of bacon was even coming from his kitchen. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had been recently, though he didn’t even really believe in luck. He worked hard for the changes he made in his life. Just as he had started running miles every morning before work, he had made positive decisions and choices for the rest of his life as well. Those choices had led, one by one, to the new car, the new house, the new girlfriend who quickly turned into the new wife. They were all tied together and all resulting from him choosing to live healthier, to be happier, to demand more of himself.
That didn’t mean that all days started with bacon, that all days were perfect from start to finish. All that “new” in his life required maintenance to keep them nice just as choosing to be happy and healthy required maintenance too. Waking up early to go for his run, to set the tone for his days, wasn’t always easy but he did it anyway. It was the right thing to do, not the easy thing to do. He regretted that it had taken him so long to realize the importance of that but was choosing not to let that regret shape his current outlook. He wasn’t going to dwell on the past. Each new day was a new chance for improvement.
He ran up the hill to the smell of bacon and looked forward to the adventures of the coming day while the song of his new life echoed up and down the quiet morning street.