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Quiet Time
Jan. 10th, 2004 08:19 amFor all that I'm slowly managing to become more and more of a night person, and less and less fond of rising before the sun, I somehow still manage to love this little piece of quiet time in the morning before I go to work.
I've always been at my best in the first half of the day, even now that that tends to be closer to 10am than 6am if I have my druthers. Nighttime is good for socializing and playing and if-ing myself into a frenzy, but morning is when my head is clear, my thoughts are closest to words, and mind and body are in closest cooperation.
I could probably squeeze in an extra 20 minutes of sleep, and still manage to roll into work conscious and dressed, but that would mean giving up my extra morning-time, and I don't know if that would be good for me. Right now, everything is good. I haven't had to confront angry people, take responsibility for anything, solve problems, juggle six tasks at once, or do anything more strenuous than make my sandwich for lunch. Work is fun, in a hectic kind of way, and evenings are good for relaxing, but it's always relaxing *from* something, instead of just being relaxed in the first place.
It's almost time to go to work, and shatter this warmth and peace and quiet. At least I've had a few minutes to myself, before the insanity starts....
I've always been at my best in the first half of the day, even now that that tends to be closer to 10am than 6am if I have my druthers. Nighttime is good for socializing and playing and if-ing myself into a frenzy, but morning is when my head is clear, my thoughts are closest to words, and mind and body are in closest cooperation.
I could probably squeeze in an extra 20 minutes of sleep, and still manage to roll into work conscious and dressed, but that would mean giving up my extra morning-time, and I don't know if that would be good for me. Right now, everything is good. I haven't had to confront angry people, take responsibility for anything, solve problems, juggle six tasks at once, or do anything more strenuous than make my sandwich for lunch. Work is fun, in a hectic kind of way, and evenings are good for relaxing, but it's always relaxing *from* something, instead of just being relaxed in the first place.
It's almost time to go to work, and shatter this warmth and peace and quiet. At least I've had a few minutes to myself, before the insanity starts....
