| Journal & Weblog | Write to Save Your Life | June 15, 2003 |
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posted Friday, January 18, 2002 Unmorning Routine I don?t consider myself a morning person, mostly because I can?t stand rousing myself from "delicious sleep," as Brent puts it. I also am very lucky to be visited, nightly, by the most amazing, vivid dreams but that?s a story for another post. I have to admit, however, that mornings have probably been the best times of the day for me as long as I can remember. Perhaps it?s my optimism that relates so well to the open possibility that the morning brings of the day ahead. I?m typing this entry with my gloves on. The keyboard feels a mile away, seperated from my fingers by thick wool, and I?m amazed that coherant words are actually arranging themselves on my screen. It?s 32 degrees Fahrenheit outside. That?s freezing, in case you live in any other part of the word besides the US. I always listen to National Public Radio news in the morning on my daily commute, and somehow, it warms me from the inside out. Their voices are so calm and articulate. The warmth of this giant building enveloped me as I entered, like the arms of a mother gathering her children around her. I leapt up the stairs by two, and said goodmorning to the beautiful receptionist who flashed a smile and asked me how I was doing today. Great. I had a rare urge for coffee this morning, and walked into the break room just as a new pot was being made. I poured a cup of the thick, undiluted brew and smiled. It is going to be a great day. |
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