I hear the birds chirping outside and sometimes, with the winter breezes, the leaves on the trees dancing all around. That is, if my neighbor doesn't decide to serenade us with extra-loud bachata from his car speakers at 7am, or if the countless vendors who drive, ride their carts, bikes, or walk by don't startle us with their sales pitch.
I love it when it's quiet, the baby is sleeping with his daddy, and I feel, just for a moment, all alone with my thoughts. I can sit, drink some tea, and dream about and plan all the things I'm going to get done today (which I never get to in the end.) The rest of the day flies by in a blur, and rarely do all of my plans get fulfilled, but at the beginning of the morning, very early, I can still believe. Today, I am making list of things that range from taking the baby to the doctor (must get done), to organizing some things around the house (might get done) to exercising (should get done, for both my personal and mental health) to actually working on at least one personal project (probably will have to be pushed back a day or two-but you never know. Though, maybe it doesn't since I think writing on this blog counts as part of my personal projects).
Mornings are when my ideas are flowing, for stories, for projects, for life. It used to be late, late night. That was my best working time, but somehow, it has all changed. I'm not sure when that happened, but it did. I've decided to keep an idea/thoughts/feelings/reflection journal. All together, because I've tried keeping them separate and gave up on all of them. I always imagine my journal to be full of not only writing, but sketches, fotos, colors, but somehow, I always give up on them. I think my last full journal was in college and that seems so many lives away. I think sometimes the idea of this journal appeals to me because maybe I can get back, fully, what I felt when I was still in college, like life was moving slowly and deliciously and I had all possibilities open to me. Sometimes I still think that, but maybe not deep enough, and I guess I want to feel it all again, especially now that I get to live life along with my baby boy.
2 comments:
Hi! I do not know how you found me & my silly blog, but I see you are "following" us & that's pretty neat b/c you & I both have new babies! I just read some of your posts & it sounds like we are really going through some of the same things! Look forward to seeing more of your posts!
Hi Karina! Thanks for stopping by our blog again! It is definitely an answer to prayer that Leighton is sleeping through the night. I really had to let him cry it out in his own bed a few times, but now he is sleeping well since he is in his own room & not ours. I think that really helps. Also, there are times I hear him stirring, but I try to wait before going to him, and he generally has been going back to sleep. I read the book "Babywise" by Enzo & it helped give me the courage to let him cry--which he only does for about 10 minutes or less! I will pray for you that your little one starts sleeping more!
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