I woke up feeling just fantastic! I like waking up with so much mental energy, but of course it tends to fade in a couple of hours and I sort of have to regain it later in the morning. Still, it starts strong.
Last night, I thought I might wake up and drive somewhere to do my walk. I keep wanting to do that, but I basically burst awake ready to get going and it seems a waste to not take advantage of that energy. I’ll definitely have to give that a try soon.
I keep thinking about how some people are active early in the morning and others are active late into the night. Every time I talk to one of my brothers, they’ve been up too late or have a list of things planned to do late into the night. Dad was always up until 2 or 3am, waking up for his day around noon. Grandma Fuchs was the same. But then Mimi, Mom’s mom, would be sitting in the family room each morning before dawn—lights still off, just sipping her Folgers coffee and enjoying the quiet of her own company. Mom was also an early riser and I guess I’ve just carried on that tradition. Whether there is an innate difference between people or if we are just adaptable, I’m not sure. All I do know is that I’ll take the dawn. It makes me happy.
I’m wondering if I should be looking forward to simplicity after moving or if that is foolish. Maybe I should be expecting more chaos; at least then it would be more difficult to be disappointed in the outcome. I find it challenging to not be optimistic, something I’ve seen as a shortcoming. Optimism isn’t cool. It’s sometimes a hinderance. But I would rather look forward to something good and believe it will happen than be down about everything all the time. Bad stuff is going to happen whether I worry about it or not; it feels silly to go through anything once in my mind before it happens again in reality.
[Walk #99]
