Thursday, November 10, 2011
I have been an early riser since I was a child. My mom says it’s because I was born at seven in the morning. My brother could sleep until midafternoon. I usually get up with the sun or shortly before hand. Because I am moderately obsessive/compulsive by nature I function best when I adhere to a routine. It can be very daunting when you have this amazingly creative mind that wants to bust free of all restraints that has to live in the same body with an emotional need for well-defined order. (And people wonder why I talk to myself….)
But I digress
Most mornings I am in the car, dutifully waiting in line at McDonalds to purchase a large, unsweet iced tea. (Cost $1.06) You’d be surprised the people in line purchasing breakfast at that hour. This morning I counted ten cars ahead of me, so I sorta slouched down in my seat and stared off into space. I have come to cherish my quiet time, any time I can be alone and reflective. Despite my need for order I can bend enough to realize I can’t always make the world stop so I can take time to reflect.
I am staring off into space and a lady in the car in front of me catches my eye. She is having a rather animated conversation with someone on her cell phone. I wonder who you talk to at six am. It’s not a judgment just a curiosity on my behalf. As I’m pondering this eternal mystery I realize that of the ten people or so ahead of me in line six of them are on the phone. Now the people pleaser within me, the man who must be loved at all costs starts to get insecure!!! Everyone is on the phone at six am but me.
When I arrived home Joan was awake and making her coffee. (She gets up when she is no longer tired. Sometimes it drives me nuts!!!) I tell her about the people on the phone and wonder why no one calls me. She looks over her cup of coffee thoughtfully and says “Most likely because you don’t turn your phone on until eight.”
I thought for a few moments and smiled…………… Crisis averted
Have a good Thursday