Last night I dreamt I was drinking fresh spring water. All night long.
It was beautiful and delicious.
In the morning I woke parched as a desert. Lately, I've been terribly negligent about drinking water, and my dry skin has been testimony to that.
Perhaps my body was sending me a message?
Monday, January 23, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Time to Breakfast
Not as in it's time to breakfast right now. I've already done that. What I'm alluding to is simply setting aside time - time to enjoy a meal.
I love breakfast. I never miss it. It's important to me.
The last few years, however, I've been consuming my first meal of the day while driving through the dark to get to school and practice. The last two years my typical wake-up, shower, and get-going routine took thirty minutes. I never quite understood why my practice buddy would wake up even earlier just to have some time in the morning.
Recently, I've been allowing just a little bit more time in the mornings. Ten, fifteen minutes, maybe.
Time to be before I do.
Breakfast is the ideal moment for me, because it's so quiet. I love the stillness of the morning (the middle of the night, some might argue).
Twice this week I sat and enjoyed my breakfast. I prepared a plate of food, I read, I sipped my coffee.
This is part of what makes me human. My breakfast-eating habits have looked all too much like those of a machine or robot. I inhale fuel to keep me going. It's been a necessary time-waster. How foolish!
I'm hoping to hang onto my humanity as the semester escalates!
I love breakfast. I never miss it. It's important to me.
The last few years, however, I've been consuming my first meal of the day while driving through the dark to get to school and practice. The last two years my typical wake-up, shower, and get-going routine took thirty minutes. I never quite understood why my practice buddy would wake up even earlier just to have some time in the morning.
Recently, I've been allowing just a little bit more time in the mornings. Ten, fifteen minutes, maybe.
Time to be before I do.
Breakfast is the ideal moment for me, because it's so quiet. I love the stillness of the morning (the middle of the night, some might argue).
Twice this week I sat and enjoyed my breakfast. I prepared a plate of food, I read, I sipped my coffee.
This is part of what makes me human. My breakfast-eating habits have looked all too much like those of a machine or robot. I inhale fuel to keep me going. It's been a necessary time-waster. How foolish!
I'm hoping to hang onto my humanity as the semester escalates!
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
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