3 things that brought me profound happiness upon waking:
1. Not needing to look for a job
2. Not having to worry about money
3. A long, deep night of sleep
Not that my job has been in jeopardy or that rent or bills have been a problem lately, and I've actually been sleeping quite well, but this morning was a sort of extended moment. I'm sure that the time shift, circadian rhythms and biology come into play, but it had the same flavor of those moments when the light shifts just *so* and suddenly a series of subtle changes is illuminated in a way that you get a completely new sense of the vast nature of their implications and significance. And how those increments have added up to something so much larger. Suddenly you see how very far you've come and, not so much in a manner of self-congratulation but of realization, wonder, and understanding.
It's rounding the bend on the mountain, where there's a break in the trees and seeing the trailhead way down there. It's getting down the street and it occuring to you that you are actually riding the bike. On your own. It's sitting there, looking at finished product that nearly drove you insane as you wondered if you'd ever get it done.
This morning, when I counted my blessings, it wasn't as part of a prayer for rain or a personal pep talk and my to-do list wasn't laden with critical tasks and contingency plans for near misses. This morning, when the light shifted, I realized I wasn't an also-ran. This morning was a very good morning.
2. Not having to worry about money
3. A long, deep night of sleep
Not that my job has been in jeopardy or that rent or bills have been a problem lately, and I've actually been sleeping quite well, but this morning was a sort of extended moment. I'm sure that the time shift, circadian rhythms and biology come into play, but it had the same flavor of those moments when the light shifts just *so* and suddenly a series of subtle changes is illuminated in a way that you get a completely new sense of the vast nature of their implications and significance. And how those increments have added up to something so much larger. Suddenly you see how very far you've come and, not so much in a manner of self-congratulation but of realization, wonder, and understanding.
It's rounding the bend on the mountain, where there's a break in the trees and seeing the trailhead way down there. It's getting down the street and it occuring to you that you are actually riding the bike. On your own. It's sitting there, looking at finished product that nearly drove you insane as you wondered if you'd ever get it done.
This morning, when I counted my blessings, it wasn't as part of a prayer for rain or a personal pep talk and my to-do list wasn't laden with critical tasks and contingency plans for near misses. This morning, when the light shifted, I realized I wasn't an also-ran. This morning was a very good morning.
posted by Frisbee Girl at 3:01 PM
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