Easy like Sunday Mornings...

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A part of me longs to be the kind of person who sleeps in until 11 am on Sunday mornings—whose eyes open slowly and gently. Someone who lingers in bed for a while, reveling in the comfort of just lying there, wrapped up luxuriously in my comforters; soaking in the silence of those first few awakened moments. ⠀

Someone who leisurely makes her way down the stairs for a hot cup of coffee, savoring the slowness of an easy morning. Basking in the awareness that there’s nowhere I have to go and nothing I have to do. This time is all gloriously, deliciously mine.⠀

But I’m not that person. ⠀

From the moment I open my eyes at a semi-socially appropriate time, I can’t wait to leap out of bed. When I’m up, I’m up. Sometimes I try to linger, but I can’t settle in. My thoughts instinctively turn to the pleasure of drinking that first cup of coffee and the feelings of peace I’ll get from doing my usual, normal, mindful morning routine. I breathe in the expansiveness of the realization that I have the entire day before me. ⠀

And, then there’s no turning back. My feet have no choice but to hit the floor. I’m leaping and bounding, twisting and twirling, bouncing and diving headfirst into those wonderful early morning hours.⠀

I sometimes want to be the kind of person who can sleep in and take life slowly, but that’s just not me. It’s not who I am. It’s not who I’ve ever been.⠀

Maybe one day. Things can change. Life flows. In theory, I’m open to the possibility of it.⠀

But, for now, it’s just not happening. It’s just not who I am. Not today.