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I still wake up groggy and disorientated as I have since I was a teen. I do remember a time in my childhood where I would wake up refreshed, bright eyed and ready to play. Then I was introduced to the *brrrring* of the Alarm Clock (wind up too) and school which made me a little cranky. I would sit and eat my sugary cereal, drink down my tea (caffeine for kids!) and go to school. Then I hit middle school and my wakings became my own private hell. A clock radio - an All American Five tube version - would rouse me and With a fuzzy head I shuffled through my mornings - not feeling awake for at least an hour. In college I'd get up and make french toast. I tried to stretch it to make three slices because sometimes my mom would wake up, rush into the kitchen, pull a plate out of the cabinet and hold it in front of me with both hands like Oliver Twist. It was the highlight of my morning.
In adulthood I had to bounce between regular shifts and night shifts. Coffee became my friend. Oatmeal is relatively quick and nutritious. When I moved in with other people those assholes would eat up my Cheerios and all my milk so I switched to something the had to cook - which they didn't. Lazy f*cks.
Now, no alarm clock wakes me - my bladder does. I'll rise, pee and lay back down half out of it before I finally get out of bed, exercise and get dressed. My coffee is now half decaf but I still need it to get going. No more three to four cups of coffee a day. Maybe I'm suffering from caffeine withdrawal. But as I finish up my oatmeal (with grapes and cheap Cheerios) and meditate over my half and half coffee, I ponder what to do today.
Because mostly, it's my time.
And I've got stuff to do.
In adulthood I had to bounce between regular shifts and night shifts. Coffee became my friend. Oatmeal is relatively quick and nutritious. When I moved in with other people those assholes would eat up my Cheerios and all my milk so I switched to something the had to cook - which they didn't. Lazy f*cks.
Now, no alarm clock wakes me - my bladder does. I'll rise, pee and lay back down half out of it before I finally get out of bed, exercise and get dressed. My coffee is now half decaf but I still need it to get going. No more three to four cups of coffee a day. Maybe I'm suffering from caffeine withdrawal. But as I finish up my oatmeal (with grapes and cheap Cheerios) and meditate over my half and half coffee, I ponder what to do today.
Because mostly, it's my time.
And I've got stuff to do.
