“The Art of Getting Up”

How many of you are morning people and how many of us are not?…… in some instances I’m sure we have all those day where your hand instinctively finds the snooze button or we are just loozing at time go by counting down how long we can stay in bed with still enough time to get ready for the day.Well this particular morning my body was willing and ready to depart for the day’s agenda, but the mind, in refrence to mine, was not so ready to proceed forward. I felt my body remobing itself from my bed and extend my hand towards the door but then I paused, not quite sure why I was not ready to walk out my room door. Without even thinking I went to my music, my handy assesory always near me ready and willing to calm and ease my mind. Putting in my ear buds and turning the volume as loud as it would go hoping to block and drown out any ills that would be waiting for an opportunity to penetrate my defenses. Well on this day I have to concede that somewhere their was a flaw in my defense because something had broken through. It obviously was very powerful and as I paced back and forth around my room I began to feel to the salty liquid stream from my eyes down my cheeks. It became so intense that I had to sit back down and before I knew it I was back in bed. 

What on earth had happened? Why was I feeling this way very odd and what was I thinking about. As I began to delve depper into my thoughts I saw myself ,or maybe just a figure who represeneed me, be the only thing I could see…well feel was loss….

What had I or” she” loss was it people, things, emotions. How did we feel about this were we happy, sad, confused? Would we be ok? All these questions and I had no answers. Almost like walking through a dark forest and not knowing where to go because well we were…..

Lost.

But it didn’t stay that way the river from my eyes slowly but surely began to dry up as it finished running it’s course. I was able to see a little more clearly that despite this happening it was going to be okay she as well as I were going to be fine. Because sometimes we got lost or lose things or lose people for something that cause for people or things to not be seen, it has a way of finding us and knocking us down. Fortunately by the end of my interaction with loss (it now being nearly an hour later I was able to finally get up and walk out of my bedroom door and start the day. And yes it is still a bit baffling to know where you are going to all of a sudden stopping and not realizing what to do next. I do know that acceptance and recognition of my plight as they come brings me one step closer to getting tho where I need to be.