What is a good morning? I’ve never experienced such a crazy thing. I’ve always hated mornings. They are awful and I’m awful at and in them. I would venture to say, I may even be allergic to mornings.
They make me cranky, puffy, fatigued… and, if it’s too early, I’m unable to walk correctly, think clearly, or form words.
It’s a miserable allergy. Sometimes, waking up too early even makes me want to cry, grumble, and curse the world. I’ve been the cankerous soul driving in my car glaring down those around me as if they were the evilest of jerks for daring to drive within a ten foot radius of me… more than once.
If we were to run down the list of symptoms, we would have: extreme fatigue, mood swings, irrationality / irrational anger, impaired motor skills, impaired speech… yes, thats enough to call it an illness or an allergy.
Truthfully, given all of that, I should be allowed to wake up slowly and naturally every single day.
Unfortunately, that will never be the case. Life must be lived – and you have to wake up on time to do that.
So, I will have to settle for waking up to an alarm clock and kisses from my sweet Shih-Tzu, Gigi, every week day… then, stumbling to my espresso machine for a mug of deliciously brewed medicine (coffee) before attempting to go on with my day.
As for waking up slowly and naturally, well, there’s always the weekend.