My daughter wakes up crying every morning. She’s screaming, “UP!” because she wants to get out of her crib and start interacting with the world. Her parents on the other hand want her to sleep just a little longer. Because she’s new to the world and everything is fresh she is excited to be here. We know that once we get up we have to start thinking about our responsibilities. We start thinking about bills, how we would rather be living out West right now, and how we need to find an apartment in the next 3 weeks. It sucks!
However this morning I decided to throw out the BS flag on myself. I thought about how I used to jump out of bed ready to go and decided that I am going to work hard to be more like my daughter rather than the other way around. I can’t put my finger on the moment when I changed into the “just a few more minutes in bed” type of person, but today that guy is gone.
When I was lying in bed I thought to myself, “If I could get myself up, I’d blog about how I don’t want to get out of bed.” As you can see, I did it. The thing is, it doesn’t matter if anyone reads this. At this stage it is just important for me to get myself out there. I feel like I’ve been in hiding since I moved to Massachusetts. I used to be full of energy, hitting up open mics and starting conversations with strangers. I was willing to go anywhere and try anything once.
I’m grateful that recent events in my life have disturbed my routine enough to get me scratching my head and questioning my choices. I want to be more like Calista again and I will be. If anyone wants to join me on this journey they are more than welcome. I am certain that this is what Jesus meant by being born again. I am resurrected from this moment. I’m rising up!
Writing is always a journey. It takes you places. Putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) is the first step. Waiting on God for inspiration is the next. We can hear him best in those moments between realizing we’re awake and putting our feet to the floor to start off the morning grind. Plus, new outlooks mean new levels of literary and artistic flow.
I just want 2 say that I am elated 2 see this blog.
I know exactly what you mean. I don’t take any day for granted. I look at my son and live in the moment and enjoy the moment and get excited and curious just as he does as if I am also experiencing it for the first time.