Sometimes I Really Love Mornings
but not usually
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Saturday December 18, 2004
It's 4am on a Saturday. I'm up! All this week I've been functioning on 4-5 hours of sleep at night time. I wake up at some odd hour like 3 or 4, it was 6 yesterday, with my heart totally pounding, excited, full of life, can't wait to get my hands working, my body moving, my heart thanking, my soul soaring! This is how I love to feel! The last time I remember feeling like this constantly was at the age of 13. Every morning my alarm would go off, I wouldn't hesitate a second. I'd jump out of bed, didn't have to ask me twice! There'd be butterflies in my tummy as I looked forward to the day ahead (every day! even plain old ordinary days). That year I even began to set my alarm earlier so that I could go sit out by the pool in the morning, listen to the birds, and be still as I appreciated the new day. And getting up that early also let me see my dad before he went to work. But he began to show disapproval for me doing that. I didn't understand why...oh, wait, those were during the winter months when the sun wasn't going to be rising for quite a few more hours. So instead of going out to the pool, I'd sit in the living room on the sofa in my jammies fighting off sleep, just to soak in my daddy's presence before he took off for work. I loved him like crazy. I wish he knew that. I think he underestimated how much people really did love him.
posted by Angela Marie at 4:03 AM
It's 4am on a Saturday. I'm up! All this week I've been functioning on 4-5 hours of sleep at night time. I wake up at some odd hour like 3 or 4, it was 6 yesterday, with my heart totally pounding, excited, full of life, can't wait to get my hands working, my body moving, my heart thanking, my soul soaring! This is how I love to feel! The last time I remember feeling like this constantly was at the age of 13. Every morning my alarm would go off, I wouldn't hesitate a second. I'd jump out of bed, didn't have to ask me twice! There'd be butterflies in my tummy as I looked forward to the day ahead (every day! even plain old ordinary days). That year I even began to set my alarm earlier so that I could go sit out by the pool in the morning, listen to the birds, and be still as I appreciated the new day. And getting up that early also let me see my dad before he went to work. But he began to show disapproval for me doing that. I didn't understand why...oh, wait, those were during the winter months when the sun wasn't going to be rising for quite a few more hours. So instead of going out to the pool, I'd sit in the living room on the sofa in my jammies fighting off sleep, just to soak in my daddy's presence before he took off for work. I loved him like crazy. I wish he knew that. I think he underestimated how much people really did love him.
posted by Angela Marie at 4:03 AM