June 30, 2009 § 1 Comment
There’s something deliciously guilty about getting up and taking the time to prepare for the busy day ahead… leisurely. The past months have been a blur of rush/rush/rush and I got used to always being quick because I was supposed to be somewhere else ten minutes ago. Today, I took my time purposefully.
Roll around in bed.
Drink my early morning coffee.
All very s-l-o-w-l-y and it was nice.
I raise my cuppa to a new day, a bright morning. It’s going to be long and yes, it will be busy and rushed later but for now, this very moment belongs to me. All mine.
Now if I could just get that slight nagging feeling in the corner of my mind that I should jump of my chair to get out of the house before I really am late.