I wake up and my first thought is, “yeah, I overslept
again”. I may have been a little too
friendly with the snooze button this morning.
My next thought is, “Coffee!” which excites me for a second,
then I remember I’m supposed to be off the brown nectar at the moment;
healthier body, healthier mind...all that malarkey. This is not a good week to
be without my favourite vices, my usual calm is being threatened from all sides.
I lay back down as green tea does not feel me with much
excitement, and think about those things that I try to dwell on only at late
nights and early mornings, before letting the day consume me. Lately though those
thoughts have been spilling into the day, affecting things I’d rather it
didn’t, no longer contained. I don’t like that; things should stay in their
boxes.
I say my morning greetings to my whatsapp and online family,
some people I would never have thought I’d be as close to as I am, but I’m
learning bonds can come from the most random, surprising places, when you least
expect it. Now I just embrace and relish in it.
My phone shows me the missed call from Nigeria, “why do they
call so early?” I think. I sigh in
relief it’s not Mum but I’m reminded that there is an important decision to be
made. I’ve been stalling, hoping the Universe takes control but I think she’s
handed me the reins on this one.
I think about the day’s plan, trying to decide on things. We
finally have good weather and I should take advantage. Living at home and
working from home can get a little claustrophobic. Being outside allows some
air, some breathing space, freedom for my thoughts and letting it wonder away
from me. Besides my sister has been dropping some major hints about peppersoup
which means there is shopping to be done.
I leave the comfort of my bed reluctantly; decide a little
extra joy is needed as I fill the kettle. A sigh of pleasure escapes my lips as
I take a sip, I’ll get back to my healthy body and mind tomorrow.
*written for the 3six5 Nigeria project @ http://the3six5ng.wordpress.com/
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