Some days you wake up and the aches are different. A hang nail feels bigger, neck stiff, sore jaw from gnawing your teeth. Other days you wake up dreary from dreams unpleasant. There are days the alarm is an after thought- you stir before the sun. These days of unsettled slumber are frequent these days.
Then there are those days you awake to optimism and eagerness. These days are the best. They are few and far between- but when they arrive they are a gift. Things just make sense- lesson plans unfurl and backup plans assemble themselves like giant Lego Brick Houses.
The thing is- no matter how much you try- mornings are left up to the sleep monitors. The quiet gods of fitful or friendly - voices of reason or realization. They sometimes have something to say and no matter our disgust or avoidance, they find us.
We are meant to cope, deal, figure things out. Its our brains way of saying remember this it's going to help you soon. So I lean in to the hangnail bite and cramp in my side mornings- knowing eventually I will see the clarity I am meant to.
Some days you wake up ready to go, others not so much. What day is today?
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