I will never have the phrase “Bright eyed and Bushy Tailed” on my tombstone – nor do I want to think about any such bushy tail. I am a night person. There is such a soothing calmness in the world, when the sun is more setting than rising – sorry Ernest, and when night shadows appear in a calm and quietness, making everything more productive.
Today I needed to make an early morning errand run before 8:00am, and it was like walking a plank. Who thought up the notion it is better to jump in a vehicle with eyes not accustom to bright light, lack of food, chilled from leaving a warm bed and/or hot shower, put on tight clothing and shoes and while adjusting a mental to do list against 8 hours, jump in a speeding vehicle and be nice to each other? Holy dogs in Heaven, there are reality game shows that do not demand as much of people.
It is truly scary, that after all of that trauma to get to a place of business in such condition, we are then expected to make decisions which will affect other people and their best interests, financial well being or health. I don’t know about you, but wherever that early bird is eating a worm, they deserve it and more. There is a reason the bed is warmer and your need to relax at its highest, 5 minutes before and after the time you are to get up. Our mind and body know what is right, and they reach out saying, isn’t this great, realize this is where you need to be right now and be the best you can be, life is too short for anything less. Why do you think week-ends are given star status? Because that is when most people listen to that inner voice, delight and welcome the warm and relaxing pace, waking up ready to face life when we know it will be handled at our personal best.
I love to go to sleep at night, with trace aromas of baking in the air, a hint of soap knowing I have cleaned or on crisp sheets, washed during the day knowing they are waiting for me to enjoy. It is wonderful to get things accomplished, knowing the phone is not going to be ringing with random stupidity, no one will be knocking at my door delivering, asking or selling and I am comfortable in clothes that are not squeezing me out a door. I look at the comparison of 7am and 7pm like a pot of good spaghetti sauce. Sure all the ingredients are there and it’s hot and will be filling and nutritious. But, after simmering and bringing out all the flavor in each ingredient, letting the smells tease me through the day, to then sit down and enjoy each mouthful, with no metronome of life reminding me I have other things to accomplish, is what makes it a perfect sauce.
I am sure those people who rush out each morning, avoiding road rage and tight shoes, putting their lives on hold, only to rush home in similar traffic at night are necessary to make the world go round. However, like a diet someone once explained, listen to your body and it will tell you what it needs or wants. If you are craving a steak, potato and beer, break it down and you might discover all you are looking for is the steak sauce, so put some on a little lettuce or a cracker and you are satisfied. Same goes for the rat race, what is it I need in my life? Simple, I like the accomplishment of getting something done; feeling good about myself and having a sense of happiness and love I can share with others. Yup, a clean house by 8pm, cookies in the oven before bed, and listening to the sounds of night, thanking God I am alive.
Guess that explains why angry people offer the bird.