So, I’m thinking…

… that writing should be added to my morning routine. You see, I wake up in the morning, ususally because my cats are running full speed around the apartment and it sounds like God is bowling, and my first move to run to the potty–I ususally drink a lot of water in the hours before bed so I don’t eat over my calories. Then, I do my morning weight in. A lot of people say you shouldn’t weigh daily, but I don’t get discouraged (much) when I see the numbers fluctuate, and I like that little unexpected boost when I see a new low. Then, I check email, bank balances, and OD. So, you see, this seems like the perfect time to write a little something.

This is my favorite time of day. Sure, I’ve bitched at my cats and stubbed my toe on a box under my desk, but I haven’t spoken to anyone yet. The day is still virgin. It’s early enough that my phone hasn’t rung. The emails–well, I can take my time to respond. I have a sense of peace and traquility that I lose the moment I make contact with another human being. Now, it isn’t that I don’t enjoy talking to my husband in the mornings–or Faye’s occassional 10am phone call (her coffee break)… it’s just that I so enjoy the moments of silence. Especially this time of year.

I love that the rising sun is yellow as it comes through my window. I love that I am starting to hear birds again (by mid-April, this will annoy me to no end). I love that I can sit back in my chair, scanning my desk and thinking of all the things I need to do, and know that today is just starting. Today is full of possibilities. Today, I can accomplish anything and everything. In a few hours, that won’t be true… but for these precious few moments… I love the world.