Today’s photo is a bleary-eyed vision of what busy means to me.
This is the fuel that keeps me going – yesterday was 20 hours long! Dark Princess suggested I take a photo of the refueling process and behind it place a row of empty supped cups.
I had to demure. That would mean drinking another cup and I’m pretty sure three is enough for me (in both kids and coffee)! And, what’s more I do actually need to sleep tonight.
I have tried to cut down on my intake of coffee and alcohol, (my middle-class uppers and downers) and even tried a meditation course. It lasted less than a week. The first time I woke early, crawled downstairs to the couch in the quiet of the dawn and encouraged my mind and body into ‘meditation mode’. It wasn’t entirely successful. I fell asleep.
The second day I tried again, purposefully opened the door so that the cool of the morning would keep me awake for meditations. It wasn’t entirely successful. Settling my mind and flighty thoughts was like trying to calm and harness a clutch of chooks.
Let’s not talk about the third, fourth, five mornings. On the sixth morning I retreated to my traditional wake-up call. Here it is – my morning cup of Java. I’m going to stick with that for now.