I love this time of the day. When you wake up and there is promise lying ahead of you. I feel it more keenly on weekends when my body wakes naturally and there is no compulsion, beyond going to the loo, to immediately get up. Max and Molly, my fur kids, love it too. Snuggles is how Saturday’s and Sunday’s start.
Peace. Tranquility. Soul time.
And that feeling of promise. Hope. Inspiration.
I am the composer for this day. It will be whatever I choose for it to be. The master of my own world. And destiny.
If only for today.
There are still things that should be done but they don’t always win out. There are things that could be done, and this is where the magic lies. A state of friction between should and could.
Sometimes should wins. Sometimes could does. Often, though, nothing does.
And I am okay with that.
It is my day, my gift, my blank piece of paper.
I will write on it as I see fit.