Disclaimer: I have only had thirty minutes of sleep.
After having the worst dream of the year, I tossed and turned, woke up every ten minutes, and finally slid out of bed this morning. With one eye open and the other squinted, I got dressed and sluggishly drove to work. Taken back by the air freshener, I peeled open one eye with one hand and started the ignition with the other. Surprisingly, I’m very chipper, as I update all of my five billion websites. Recently, I’ve been having one of those “horrendous months,” where it didn’t just rain on my parade but appeared to have a freakishly odd, torrential downpour that did not cease to disperse. Oddly, I woke up this morning and EVERYTHING turned around completely. Everything that I was stressed over was suddenly taken care of. All my problems just disappeared as if they never existed. I’m baffled and grateful. Thank God.
On this fine morning, where I would normally be asleep in my somewhat comfortable bed, I find myself catching up on my blog (That’s code for I’m too sleepy to do paperwork at work this morning and will push it off til Monday). No online shopping today, aside from that one book that I found for a good price this morning.
ON TO MY PROFOUND REFLECTIONS OF THE MORNING: I find it odd that the older we get, the more we regress and cling to toys and objects of the past. For example, I still love and sleep with my stuffed elephant (Mr. Effy, I will keep you FOREVER). I’ve kept all my favorite bedtime story books from my childhood and refuse to sell them. I STILL play with sidewalk chalk and draw mini-murals next to my car in the driveway. My co-worker made a profound statement that “as we get older, as each year passes, so the sense of age hits us and we realize that we really just wish that we can go back to our childhood days.” I’m not certain if this statement is true for everyone, but it’s true for me. I’m not fearful of old age, I just wish that great responsibility didn’t have to come with growing old. (TANGENT: WHAT’S UP WITH EVERYONE POPPING UP PREGNANT NOWADAYS? FIND A HOBBY OR GET FIXED! ) I feel that with my major “situations” in life, referring to trials and tribulation, I get by only by the grace of God. Is this really what growing up feels like? I feel like I cheat death on more than one occasion, or that I succeed when there’s clearly no possible way. It sends chills up my back. I’m amazed.
Enjoy your day, dreamers.
Love,
Ari
