It's 6:10am, and I'm already on my second cup of coffee, have walked the dog, paid bills online... I'm either waaaay ahead of the game, or simply got up much too early.
I'm thinking it's option #2.
Hubby needed to catch an early flight this morning, so the whole house got up to see him off. And, because we're creatures of habit, the dog had his breakfast at the literal crack of dawn, and we two headed out of the house for our morning constitutional. In an hour the main drag near my house will be clogged with traffic, commuters sucking down coffee and listening to the radio, heading into the District or Tysons for the start of the workweek...but at 5:30am, it was quiet, fog-wrapped, and peaceful, the streetlamps sporting misty halos. We strolled through a local park, and (half-heartedly) chased some birds. There's something about walking through a haze-cloaked park that feels magical, reminds me of being little and believing in endless possibilities, of reality being a guideline rather than a hard-and-fast fact.
I like that feeling.
Come to think of it, it's the same feeling I get at work, when the struggles and details melt into the background in service of the storytelling, and the magic, the artistry take (pardon the pun) center stage.
So today's challenge is to stay open to possibilities. To not get bogged down in (unhelpful - must qualify) details or bitchiness or inaction. Whew...tall order. Wish me luck.
- Lazy mornings.
- Sensible shoes, after spending the previous day in a not-so-sensible pair.