Yeah, I know it’s not too early in the morning. Today is also my day at Mad Genius Club and I did the post there before this one. Not that it was early, anyway. I kind of slept 12 hours and couldn’t figure out why, until I realized that since Dec. 19 I’ve not had a single day without serious physical work. Apparently after 50 this is not sustainable. So I have flu-like symptoms (despite having the vaccine) and feel like I need to sleep rather a lot.
This is not… great, but I think I’ll be up at normal work rate with a little bit of taking it easy.
So, this is me taking it easy… I guess…
Anyway, when I was little I loved getting up too early in the morning and surprising people/places I loved with their hair down, so to put it.
Like, as a little kid I tended to stay up till forever (my kids too seem to be natural night people, so we let them go to bed whenever, which meant they/) and then I slept till like 10 or 11 am. Obviously this stopped when I entered school, though the village school was used to my family and quite forgiving of my showing up at 10 am, hastily dressed and still half asleep. (My kids’ school less so, which is why I often delivered Marshall to them at starting time still… what’s the technical term? Oh, yeah, asleep. Though he’d let me spoon breakfast into his face, dress him and walk him to school in that state.)
But there were a few days I remember (bet you my parents do too!) when I woke up at six or seven am for some reason…. and found out mom and dad had a whole life before Sarah-wake-up-time.
I remember one particular morning waking up to mom singing with the radio and making coffee, and dad joining in and joking. It was like a whole new world. It seemed to me the colors were more vivid and these strangers wearing my parents’ appearance far more alive and joyful and… well… young than the people I knew when I woke up at the normal time.
Later on, as a teen, when I went to school in the big city (Porto) I loved it when I dragged my ass out of bed early enough to get to town before the shops opened up. You’d find shopkeepers whom you knew out in front of their shops washing or sweeping the sidewalk, and looking a little surprised, like you caught them too early in the morning. It humanized the city and made it less intimidating.
This morning I woke up feeling like I caught THE YEAR that way. Like, you know, it wasn’t quite expecting me this early, particularly since I have nothing planned, and so I am seeing it early morning, singing with the corny radio music with its makeup off.
This is good, as this is a very scary year. This indie thing consists of a lot of mind-shifts I’m probably not fully prepared for.
But I am awake and the year is here already. And it’s time to begin.
So, flu-like symptoms or not, I’m going to drag my half-caffeinated behind into the shower and begin.
There’s a lot of learning to do, but fortunately I think other people are as unprepared as I am, so I might have a fighting chance.
Cue “We have only just began” on the player.
The music is about to start.