I found myself on the threshold of decisions this morning as I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. I blinked unbelievingly at the time displayed: 3:30.
Should I get up or just lay here?
As I stared up at the ceiling fan, a thousand questions rattled about inside my head, like pennies in an empty coffee can. I knew if I were to get up, I would most likely become tired early in the day – probably being spent by lunchtime. This was doubtless not the best alternative when one has a class of 26 rambunctious students, and faced with the likelihood of an inside day if the temperature is too low…
I lay there and willed myself back to sleep.
Sleep wouldn’t come.
After nearly an hour of tossing and turning, I arose from bed with the barrage of questions flitting about my head like hummingbirds. These thoughts followed me into the shower, they remained with me as I shaved, and even pursued me as I made my way downstairs…pummeling me with both ideas and wonderings as I looked outside into the still and chilled morning darkness that swept out from my doorstep.
I could head off to work, I thought. No, the building was armed and I’d set off the alarm if I tried to enter at 5:00 a.m.
I sat at the kitchen counter and ignited the screen of my laptop. I went to my Reader and began to peruse through the stories of your lives, my post listings having neared the 500 mark. I read over of your struggles. I contemplated your personal situations. I found myself smiling at the humoristic stories you shared. I felt sorrowed at your overwhelming trials and pains.
I connected with you.
I didn’t comment on many posts, but instead slipped quietly into your lives not making my presence known. Just know that I did come. I now prepare to finish readying myself before the day truly begins and the world begins to wake.
Thanks for being there for me this morning.
And thanks for sharing.