Mornings should be exciting. I remember when they were ... so many possibilities were at the tip of my fingertips. An empty city where all the lights are green, and 400 HP is on demand under the hood. Remember falling in love, being extemporaneous, and being free to fly wherever the wind blew? I do.
I wake up now with dread. I know what I am in for, and the alarm clock is like a ticking time bomb. With such a negative start to this post, it may seem that finding a positive ending would be futile, but what follows is serenity.I get home thanking God the day is over. A massive peace and joy overpowers my entire essence. I am not really sure why, but blogging takes my mind far from the 12 hour days of stress and toil. Freedom ... I can write anything I want, communicate with friends, listen to Pandora Radio with the headphones on high playing my hand picked favorites from 20 years ago. Right now I am listening to "Bread". I had all but forgotten about this band until a line of comments a while back reminded me of them. Ahhhh - I love just talking in comments, sort of a mini Twitter, or instant messenger right on my blog.
I guess what you know of happiness is dictated by the hardships you endure. The comparison of joy vs pain. I hear people say they are "bored" and it blows me right off my chair. I NEVER have enough time do do the things I like. Right now with a "day off" ahead of me and smiling faces to share the holiday with, I have that soda fizz bubbling up kind of feeling. I love that feeling.
Times have changed, and I have followed suit. When I was 18 I wanted to be anywhere but home. Now ... it is my solace.
. . . If you peek in the window, you will see me with a grin and a some chicken. Speedy likes chicken.Have a blessed and wonderful holiday everyone. Thanks for taking the time to be here for a moment in Hollydale.
