My internal clock is all wackadoodlish.
I just spent a week overseas where there is an eight-hour time difference and now have come home to an 8:00pm bed time and a 4:30am “rise and shine”.
Not that this is my choice.
This is what my body is telling me to do and frankly I don’t seem to have the energy to argue.
But I have to admit to appreciating the two-hour “gift” of time this morning. I had time for two,
yes that’s TWO
cups of coffee,
and a hot breakfast of oatmeal. It sure beat the usual Starbucks and Bran Bar that has been my staple at the break of day.
It was a morning where I did not rush
but rather took the time to breathe
and focus on one task at a time.
I was at work by 7:00am and therefore didn’t have to beat away the mob at the photocopier.
I could get my head around the complexity of the day without hyperventilating.
And the peace of my morning carried though the rest of the day.
And because I wasn’t rushed
or feeling pressed for time
I got my second wind.
Mental energy enough to put in a ten-hour day at work without cracking or snapping or bursting into tears.
Now I’m not about to set my alarm to ring at 4:30am any time soon.
No. That would just be mad.
But I’m thinking I’ll be waking up a wee bit earlier from now on if it means a day more likely filled with serenity.