What a breeze. Awake just before that alarm, today’s clothes already set out waiting, lunch ready, cat fed and time for a brush. Lights out and a leisurely walk to the bus stop.
Well, that’s a big fat lie! The night before I’d slept badly, my alarm goes is set for 5:30am, I was awake and raring to go at 3. Tossed, turned, couldn’t stop my mind spinning with unbidden thoughts, listened to my book and finally got up at 5. SO much time before the bus. . . And it was such a long day.
So, last night it seems my body decided it was a good time to sleep, and sleep it did. The alarm blared and I couldn’t be arsed to get out of bed, to even open my eyes. I could feel the cat curled in the crook of my body, soft purring, I purred too. No, not really. I just had a very difficult time dragging myself out of the copy warm cocoon of my doona.
Of course, I did. Looked at the time 5:45 and wholly heck did I get my skates on. No time to pack lunch an apple made it into my bag. As did everything else, thrown in a jumbled mess. I did manage a quick pat of the cat though.
Hightailed it, at speed across the road. No coat or cardy, one’s in amongst the tangle, the other at haste thrown across my arm. Thankfully it’s a mild morn. Don’t think I heard any bird song, so intent on getting to the stop before the bus arrived.
Made it with a minute to spare. Not another sole waiting. Damn it, did I miss it? Did it arrive early and not wait? I check my app, no bus listed. . . Thinking what my next plan of attack should be, and there, looming over the rise, comes my chariot.
Nestled in my usual possie, I begin to write.
Here it is a half hour later and I finally look up. It’s misty outside. The bus has filled. Someone is whistling, it’s not the birds but close enough.
I breathe deeply, three nice slow breaths that fill my lungs and expand my tum. Everything is as it should be. One breath, one second, one minute, one hour, one day. Remember to breathe deeply and take it one day at a time.
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