Mornings

Good morning, all! It's a fine, sunny day here in Central Illinois and I have had the pleasure of just waking up about an hour ago. That's right, another day off of work and I couldn't be more excited for 5 days free of the 7am alarm. It was another night alone here in the apartment, meaning another quiet morning with all the shades open so the sunlight can pour in. I like it that way. Sunlight makes everything look a little prettier. Maybe it's just because it casts such great shadows on everything in the room, or maybe because I'm just nerdy and notice stuff like that. Oh, the down side of growing up with artsy parents...

Let's be real here, I am really not a morning person. Wake me up before I finish my 8 hours and I will not be a happy camper. But looking on the bright side, there are a few things about mornings that are nice, or at least make me laugh in hindsight. This first of which is how absolutely ridiculous I look when I wake up. Most mornings I don't even bother flipping the bathroom light on or looking in the mirror at all because I work full-time and 7 am is early folks! I don't think my eyeballs could handle the intensity of light coming from those two light bulbs at that hour. But today, since I don't have to work and got to wake up whenever I wanted, I flipped on the lights and WOWZA. I am a hot darn mess. But here's the kicker, it totally made me laugh. I don't think I'm very conscious of what I put on before I go to bed, as long as it's comfortable and keeps me warm enough. So today when I took a good look in the mirror I remembered my feet freezing last night and putting on my snowflake patterned fuzzy winter socks, not switching to warmer pants and instead keeping my soccer shorts on, and putting on an over-sized sweatshirt I totally nabbed from my dad's closet. It was like Risky Business meets Bend It Like Beckham meets the 90s (because really, everyone's clothes were over-sized in the 90s). And I still haven't changed. And I don't plan on it unless a certain friend returns an email saying we're hanging out tonight. Then I'll change. Well, maybe.

Another thing I love about mornings is how quiet they are here. Aside from the hum of traffic outside our window and the air conditioner softly blowing, I can actually hear myself think. Which doesn't often happen during the daytime. Especially with my job. (Nannying two little terrors who talk constantly and loudly. I literally end up talking to myself out loud because that's the only way I can hear myself think.) So this whole peaceful thing is a nice little trade-off. I can just plop down here on our living room couch and write and not worry about anything--just relax, or read, or write a bit.

Mmmm, well the coffee's a-brewin' and my stomach's a-growlin' so I'm heading out for some delicious breakfast. Until next time,

Blessings,
Liz.