So I know I need to keep going however I am not sure how much coffee the human body can consume in one day and still remain with the ability to function. A friend suggested energy drinks but YUK I can even stand the smell of them. I am hopeful that my body will eventually understand that the standard 3 am wake up is so I can play through the next chapter in my mind before getting out of bed an hour or so later to write it.
Todays chapter is a hard one, for me it shows the first signs that we understand later one were missed. My main character is to young and to see if yet but what she misses now will bring it crashing down around her later. I have been awake since three with the message/song “say something I’m giving up on you” rolling around my head. What pity the words fall on deaf ears only later to come back and haunt this character.
We all miss opportunities in life when things could have been steered in new directions, when people could have chosen not to glance over what was there all along. Guess that whats makes the journey we are on a free one. One that we can choose to be blind to, one that we can choose to explore, one that we can choose to change.
Well the coffee is made and the writer is ready ………… the best part the blinds are open and in a few hours I will get to watch the sun kiss the sky.
Enjoy your day everyone.
There is a promotional ad for a TV show, ‘Through the wormhole’ on TV at the moment and in it a crew member ask Morgan Freeman ‘when does life begin?’ Morgan answers ‘as soon as I have had my morning coffee’. My children say that’s me….. They say that life doesn’t begin in our house till mum has her morning coffee and they are right.
It’s a small ritual but one that I cherish every day to be able to sit in silence and enjoy the waking moment of life in our house. I love early mornings, the peace and quiet before the world stirs with its noise and bustle that breaks the silence, pushing us all forward into the hectic pace of life. So I sit each morning, coffee in hand and just take in the stillness, it’s my favourite time of the day.
My ritual morning coffee is my morning meditation, it is my time to zone into the day and what I wish to achieve and most importantly to set the tone of my day. If I am disturbed during that time, the tone may very well change from happy too annoyed; need a second coffee on days like this!
My 7-year-old is usually the first one to come find me each morning, waiting until the coffee is finished of course. He breaks this time of stillness and I am always grateful that he does, because when he does he gives me a huge cuddle and he tells me he loves me …. Then he asks for food, he will be a master manipulator creating great business deals one day I am sure with his smooth tactics.
Then life begins in our house we get through breakfast and move forward in our day, the hectic pace of life once again intrudes as we carry out all we need to do that day. When it gets too hectic and my world feels out of balance, polluted with crazy time schedules, screaming children, unfinished obligations and interruptions; I stop and remember my thoughts of the morning and I bring myself back to centre. In that moment of peace I know that life is short and one needs to cherish each crazy hectic moment of it.
…. And so the day goes on and my morning ritual reminds me to enjoy it no matter what the day brings my way.