Today, at 6:45 AM, the first rays of dawn peeking through like a corona around my thick canvas blinds, I woke up. And for the first time in years, I sat up, smoothly, walked over to the bathroom, and brushed my teeth.
It was as though I had never truly woken up before. As if everything beforehand had been one long nightmare. I didn’t writhe in pain or lie there dreading the day for hours or drift back into half-baked dreams. Instead I felt restfulness and calm, breathing in the morning with a deep breath, and then charging forward to begin the day.
Even though my allergies were still there – I was a little parched and all – the dark cloud of headaches had been lifted. The world wasn’t perfect by any means (a little bit of dizziness, but nowhere near how disoriented I normally am every day), yet it was good enough. And I didn’t care to demand it be otherwise.
Now, my laundry midway through the wash cycle, I’m going to grab breakfast from Amy, whose stand is just below my window. And after moving my laundry to the dryer, I’m going to go for a short run.
The day is only just beginning.
