Morning Stories: Quiet and boring
Non-existent hour and a fly
I woke up at the non-existent hour of six o’clock this morning. No, I didn’t get up immediately and did not great the day with a big smile on my face. I may not be an evening person, but I’m not a morning one either. I stayed in bed with my eyes shut, hoping to fall asleep again, but after a forty minutes of trying, my bladder made me get up and I was forced to watch the night become the day.
I poured myself some warm water and came to my room to journal and write this Sunday morning letter. I also had a chance to observe a fly waking up slowly with the light. I know, riveting. As is most of my life.
I like boring. I like the quiet days when nothing happens. The days when I read, write maybe, cuddle the cat and talk with my husband. I like the days when nobody wants nothing from me. When I can decide how my day will look like and when I’ll be doing what. I need my life to be like this fully. And I don’t mean not working, but having a job that allows for this. For my own planning, for a bit of freedom and a lot of quiet in my days.
Boring is so lovely! ✨