There's a reason I love the morning so much. I love waking up, the sun radiant on my face, the cool, fresher air of the day unsullied by trouble running over my body, and the sounds of the birds. Its the absolute best way to wake up. To feel every muscle, tight and clenched in sleep, and stretch out long, spreading my toes, feel them pull and collect energy for the day. Such a gorgeous feeling.
I'm relieved because both my big papers are in. I still have work to do, but it seems ridiculously small compared with what I have been doing these past few weeks. The weight off my shoulders is another reason I feel amazing right now.
I've decided that waking up before nine every day is going to become a new goal. At some point I'd like to be getting up at 6:30 every day, but today is a break. I stayed up late last night doing: guess what? Searching the web.
I waste so much time online where I could be doing something constructive.
Goals for right now:
Wake up earlier from now on.
Go on facebook, only once a day, if that much (unless I am waiting for a reply from someone for something)
Answer e-mails within a day or two.
Thats enough for now- though I think that I'm going to start posting more goals from now on. I need little goals, to keep in mind that I'm working towards something. I like lists, even of little things. Its so satisfying to cross something off that you've accomplished.
On a more sour note, the birds that I woke up to today were the family of pigeons. I thought they sounded weird because their warbling was coming from the wrong end of the roof, away from the nest that they've guarded through rain, wind, and snowstorms in the gutter. And indeed they were at the wrong end. And in the nest there was this little tousled yellow thing, curled in an odd position. I think that its dead-such is life I know, but its a sobering, sad thing.
Move for Where the Wild Things Are is coming out. !
Must see that.
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