It dawned on me, literally at dawn this morning.
I was driving down the highway looking yet another workday right in the eye. I came up over a hill and there it was.
It was just about all the way up past the horizon and looked enormous against the skyline of the city I was approaching. It hung there in the sky all huge and golden and shining brilliantly with the promise of a brand new day.
It was stunning. It was uplifting. It was energizing!
At that moment, I realized that in spite of my fondness for chicken salad sandwiches, my coveting of chocolate and tomatoes, and my zeal for bacon, I am actually solar powered. Seeing the sun and feeling (ok, I imagined I was feeling it) the sun on my face unleashed a powerful urge in me to live my life to the fullest possible extent. Or maybe it was a sunlight-induced endorphin rush.
Solar powered. Who'da thunk it?