One of those mornings

THIS is one of those mornings...

one of those mornings when I wake up slow, not in a hurried panic to get to work on time.

A mild, pleasant, overcast day--perfect for staying home, mulling around the house in a pair of comfy pajama pants and a worn out T-shirt and...

in the mood to write!

One of those mornings when the mind moves slowly from one thought to another with a sense of expansion AND connection--creative. NOT like a mind juggling daggers sharpened to a sparkling, glinting edge/tip--if I drop just one of these "thought daggers", it may cut off some toes then I'll fall to the ground and then ALL the daggers will stab and hack all over my body.

Humph! So THAT is how I've been feeling lately, un/subconsciously being realized and surfacing. It's funny how I'm trying to write about this creative tranquil state of being, and end up writing about a feeling of trepidation and STRESS. Maybe I needed to get it out of my system, a purging process, maybe.

Well, it's one of those mornings!

And now I've just realized that I've lost track of time and...

NOW I ...

AM in a hurried panic to get to work on time.

Haha... Geez! I just can't win! I say that jokingly with a smirk on my face.

Onward to the rest of the day!