May 9, 2011


I am hearing the leaves rustle in the wind for the first time in 2011. This is making me very happy. It is bringing my mood back to center, where it should be. Monday mornings occasionally make me lose focus. The rustle of the leaves is a gentle reminder that all is right with my little world.

I am not a morning person. As much as people tell me that it’s easy to be a morning person, I fully believe that you are wired to be either a morning or a non-morning person and all the talking in the world isn’t going to change that fact. My work schedule dictates that I must go to bed when I am really just waking up. My body screams for supper at 11 at night, even if I’ve already one or two suppers beforehand.

The way for me to get through the pre-lunch hours of a Monday is with silence. Just let me be, let me sort out the cobwebs in my head and let me find my bearings on my own. Luckily, my work environment allows for this approach in a fairly acceptable way. Just give me either silence or a gentle, distracting sound and I’ll be fine.

The leaves are still rustling. The breeze is gentle. The smile creeps back to my face.

Good morning.