My morning
The bird sanctuary in my front yard is alive and very talkative which is super helpful in waking at 5 a.m. You would think my cat would be at the window watching them all instead of walking in between myself and my computer, making this difficult to type. She is doing it nonetheless, kneading my arm to get a comfy spot on my person. Sometimes I think she does this to remind me how sharp her claws truly are (and that if she needed to rough some humans up she would). Every once in a while she will stop to sniff my nose and face. I must smell very good.
5:21 a.m. and now she is finally settled down. The coffee is done brewing and now I am stuck. I need my go-go elixir to work and to function in a way that is not, how can I say this nicely… lacklustery but yet spitting fire.
My place is still dark, as I like having the house fill up with the morning sun and light naturally. The sun rises and the birds become silent, as the hustle and bustle of cars drive by. I see people walking - mostly to work. My inner monologue is saying I should get up at 4 or 4:30 a.m. to work out for a bit, do some writing, maybe play a little Minecraft - all before work. Oh such ambitions my morning brain has, however, I truly love my sleep and apparently there is just some unwritten rule where it feels weird to go to bed before 10 p.m. Even though I am usually falling asleep at my place on the couch around 8/9ish. Sometimes falling asleep on the couch is like getting a mini-nap before you wake up and move to the bed. Like you are training yourself to sleep really well later in the night.
I keep thinking though that Koda would love to go on walks early in the morning. I just have to make that happen. That is the crux of the issue. Actually just doing it. I know it sounds lazy; not biting the bullet and just doing it, but there are days were I am not even awake enough to sit on the couch without dozing off every once in a while. Exercise is fantastic and I know this. I used to wake up early and work out - however that seemed to be a bit easier as I left the comfort of my own home to go to the gym. Loud music in my ears as I pump the iron, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Now, though sitting on my couch, coziness is happening and I do love a good lounge-y and slow morning, as to not force something to be. My body might be better off aesthetically going and pushing through pain and tiredness for about an hour, but for now I will listen to my body and continue a slow morning. Maybe just until the air is a bit warmer and when the birds are a bit louder as they usher me into a new dawn. Something great for us to create and make our own.
SEEKING
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ONDER
BY
SAMANTHA Y OCIUS CREATIVE MEDIA
