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Thursday, September 15. What A Difference Some SLeep Makes!

Ok so.  Yesterday I was fit to be tied...or rather unfit because I was tired.  ...In nearly every sense of the word.  That night, I went to bed earlier than I had in months and woke up without the alarm for the first time in months, as well! I felt well rested and happy to be alive!  I got up, kissed the hubby, said my morning prayer, fed Winston (my beautiful Russian Blue cat), showered, got dressed, kissed the hubby goodbye as he prepared for work, and left early enough to stroll to the train instead of run. That felt amazing.  I could actually experience the sounds, the colors, the breeze... It was quite nice way to start my morning commute; on time and awake. :-)

Leaving early and all I arrived at the platform early enough to be unconcerned that a train was pulling away as I approached.  The next one came and I boarded. It was overly crowded but for some reason I didn't care that much.  I stood up like the majority of commuters (because there just aren't enough seats during rush hour for the number of people who patron the MTA) and held on. I won't lie. I really, really wanted to sit down.  My pocketbook is heavier than I would normally have it because I will be gone from my real life for 12 hours (a full workday in NYC plus the commute time) so I tend to take everything I may need with me.  My shoulder hurt.  My ankles were being stressed out from the jerking and sudden twists and turns of the train.  And I wanted to close my eyes and meditate on the tasks of the day.  But I wasn't bitter, or angry about it this morning.  I just stood there and held on.  Eventually, a seat became available at 14th Street/Union Square and I sat down and fulfilled my own wishes.

I arrived at work early enough to stop at the "Buck's" and get a coffee.  The lady behind the counter mentioned that she hadn't seen me in ages and often looked for me.  How sweet and and yet somewhat disconcerting was that?!  It bothered me a little because she confirmed that I have been off balance in my normal life activities.  But still, she remembered how I drink my coffee and made it perfectly.  Niiiiccce!  I sat down at my desk and started my day in a calm, peaceful, and relaxed manner.  It felt great to be well rested!

Lesson:  Take care of yourself! Go to bed! You will feel better about your life!

A Girl Changing The World

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