Starting the Day
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I hope to post something once a week. Whether that’s a poem, a musing, unpacking a random thought or perhaps a short story, this is going to be the digital home for those words transcribed from my physical journals. If that’s something you’d be keen to check out, then follow me on Facebook & Instagram for those updates.
How do you start your day? I thought I would write a little something about an aspect of ‘starting up’ over the course of a week. As you’ll see I’m no novelist and prefer to keep things short… hopefully short and interesting.
Monday – Waking up
Drifting away from the shore in a queen size boat into an ocean of unconsciousness takes seven minutes. Untethering from reality and succumbing to the gentle receding tide.
That’s quicker than the fifteen minutes it takes to wade through the shifty swell as my mind passes through the degrees to moor to the tangible shore. What I’ve come to call reality, my waking life.
That life would be madness if not for the unconscious madness needed to recalibrate my brain.
Madness is needed in order to wake up to sanity.
I’m as grateful to close my eyes at the end of the day, as I am to open them waking up to the world.
Tuesday – Shower
I’m not truly awake until the warm cascade of the shower dances from my face to my feet.
It’s a habitual ritual that signals to my brain, ‘ok, you can start the day now’. Like a switch it brings order to chaos, and for a few minutes I’m meditating with my body as I cleanse myself from the past and enter the present.
The shower is my doorway into the today.
Wednesday – Shaving
Disorder and chaos, the outside often reflects the inside.
I put it off as it’s bittersweet to digress into a world slightly out of focus, where responsibilities can be postponed until my orderly doppelganger takes over.
But as the blade glides over my skin the transformative ceremony commences and like stormy weather patterns in reverse, the clouds part and the sun breaks through.
The sacrificial cleansing ends the paragraph of my ‘yin’ and the ‘yang’ emerges with renewed direction.
Thursday – Getting dressed
Who will I be today? Looking a certain way, makes me feel a certain way, makes me act a certain way.
Reaching into the closet selecting the character I want to be. This feels like a chicken and the egg scenario… which really informs which? Or are they mutually contributing factors?
It’s like listening to music that changes your mood. We are so susceptible, so easily influenced by what’s around us. What we see, hear, even wear informs us, directs us and ultimately creates us.
So, what do I wear?... who do I want to be?
Friday - Breakfast
I never wake up hungry. Perhaps I’m sustained by forgotten dreams.
My system bootup is lethargic and laborious, and only once the important protocols are up and running can I consider food.
I know that it is integral to a good start up and productivity, but I always seem to delay it until the guilt out ways the apathy.
I should try more to take when needed, not only when wanted.