To clarify: I went from 6:00 AM to 9:30 PM non-stop yesterday.
I’m standing in the hallway at school. Watching the halls and chatting with the kids. Suddenly my left foot started to experience a strange burning sensation. Finally I stopped what I was doing and looked down at my foot.
…I had left the lid open on my coffee cup, and because of the angle I was holding it, I was pouring the hot contents all over my left shoe. Soaking my shoe and and my sock.
This was my morning…
There’s a couch in the front of the church that Darco and I attend. It’s grey, themed with the carpet and accented by the red chairs.
Darco is teaching Sunday School, 5 year olds to be precise, the atrium is filled with football scores and school scandals…some things just can’t be ignored.
I am an alien, a foreigner to this place. I do not exist in this realm, spinning webs of a world that I do not partake in. It’s about contests and competitions, winning, losing, and finding truth between the lies. As the sojourner I merely observe, finding struggles of integration. Perhaps I’m in need of rehabilitation, finding ways to operate within this space.
Instead, it only takes one, two individuals to speak with a forced sense of communication for me to relocate back to reality. Listening to their fears, concerns, and their heart reminds me that I’m human after all.
These are my Sunday mornings.
You know how it is, your body goes through a repeating task enough times to adapts to the unique environment it’s in.
For Example: Let’s say I get up for work at 5:30 AM, Monday through Friday and 4:00 AM on Saturday. What time does my body ‘wake up’ on Sunday?
Right around 5:00 AM.
Hence me typing this out…
You wake up with the weight of the world pushing down on you.
That’s when you flip over your pillow and go back to sleep.
It’s a beautifully foggy morning.
Heading into the city for a large breakfast with an old friend.
6:00 AM doesn’t hurt that much…
Whoever decided that it’s alright to have me wake up at 5:30 AM after a night of tossing and turning…
Stop, just stop…
Love these days, I just wake up…creative.
Build this. Design that. Organize this. Contemplate that.
I love it. There’s always something new to build.