Since I was bitching about Daylight Savings Time this week, this little nudge from the Universe sort of made sense. I still hate DST. My normal wake-up-functional morning wake-up call comes about 7:30 Central Standard Time. Even when I’ve been up late or up in the middle or up early because of my BFF Insomnia, around about 7:30, my brain switches on. Words make sense. I can pour a cup of coffee and actually get it to my mouth for a swallow. But with this Spring Forward shit? Yeah…it’s 8:30 DST. That means most of my morning has poofed before I’m ready to get to work. I don’t like it. I’m slow. My brain feels like sludge.
But anyway, the Universe, in its infinite wisdom came along to remind me of this:
If you take your time, Silver, you’ll have more of it.
And if you love each day, Silver… actually, it doesn’t matter what the consequences are, huh? They won’t be any sweeter than you in love with each day.
Ignoring my earlier tirade, the message here is to do it right the first time. Don’t rush. Stop and smell the roses. Be happy. And yeah, I am happy–even if the time change makes my grumpy–that I have one more day to do, see, be, and love each day.
What do you love about today?