I'm one of those people who wake up early, and in a few minutes I'm wide awake and ready to go. The house is dark and quiet because everyone else is asleep. But I have story lines in my head that need to get out. I have bills to pay and drawers to organize and laundry to do and dishes to put away from last night's dishwasher run. I have a quilt to finish and texts that need to be sent out before that's day's meeting. I have an unbelievably long list of things to do in my mind that seems to need immediate attention.
Sometimes I love my early morning habits, because I get so much more accomplished than the average person, but other times I wish I could simply slow down and enjoy the coffee or tea. How I would love to take a sip, sigh with pleasure, and enjoy. But alas, it's not happening. I am decaffeinated , have always been, and I run like a person who has had six cups of supercharge. Of course, then I crash around eleven a.m. Oh well, it's who I am and who I have always been. Such is life.
