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Yesterday’s alarm brutally sounded at 5:00 AM – the hour of ungodliness.  I woke, or rather fell out of bed trying to silence the alarm demon, tripped over sheets tangled around my feet, and hit my head on the night stand.  I beat the alarm with an ugly stick,…well…maybe I dreamt that part.  Even if it had been a dream, I now need a new clock.  It took twelve cups of coffee to ignite my neuronal engine, enabling me to attempt my first day’s smile (I exaggerate – I only drank ten cups of coffee).  I began to feel like my old, quirky self.

Then I remembered the reason my alarm had been set for 5:00 AM on a Saturday morning – it was the first day of class!  As I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I had to stop and wonder how the previous month’s decisions had resulted in today’s actions – the humble post it notes flapping on the wall still remain, since I’d been too busy to visit my lovely monster recently.  I had written words – symbols really, on a post-it note, and those symbols (or words, to be pedantical) became actions, became changes, became my life.

It’s amazing, isn’t it?