I woke up preoccupied. It was Monday morning, and I felt tired before the week even began.
I had a book deadline looming, and I couldn’t figure out how I was going to get all the words in before it was time. So, as I started making the coffee, I was already engineering my day — and my week — like a game of Tetris. I was working on optimizing every minute, to get maximum productivity.
There was no white space. My heart sank knowing there wasn’t going to be much — if any at all — space to breathe.
The day just started, but the whole week ahead already felt old. I felt old.
The sun was shining. The sky was blue. It was such a pretty day really, as I looked outside, over the kitchen sink.
I saw the beauty, but you know what? I didn’t feel the beauty that was right in front of me.
Have you ever had a morning like that — when the morning is still young — but you look at the week ahead and you already feel weighed down and tired before an hour of the new day has even been lived?
Well, there I stood, like a wilting willow, in front of the coffee maker. It seemed like even the coffee wasn’t cooperating, taking a long time to percolate, drip, and help me out!
I climbed upstairs to get out of my PJs to start the day. My coffee will be done when I get back. I wanted to multitask. Maximize and be efficient, right?
Can you imagine how upset and bewildered I was when I came back downstairs to find a pot of clear water sitting in the coffeepot staring back at me!?
I checked the power cord. That was plugged. What?… (to be continued)
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