This morning the sun was a little brighter and the temperature a little warmer. Still it took some recalled oomph to get out of bed. I guess by now you’ve guessed that I’m not a bouncy morning type of gal.
I always need that little extra push to get going – anywhere. Are there really people who bounces out of bed, whistling and 
ready to wrestle a tiger and bring it home? Well, good for them, whoever they are! I’m just going to mosey along like the tortoise that I am, one slow step at a time.
I stretch and I breathe in the qi of life. I flow through the motions of qigong, feeling stronger and more awakened with each movement of the routine. My inertia and languidness are vanishing with the breath. It is necessary to bite the bullet – get up, dress up and show up to face the day. No matter what, we have to greet it.
So I am not Speedy Gonzales and I don’t have a tiger in my tank. I am living life at my own speed. I am not in a hurry. I have time to smell the coffee. I will see the flowers growing along the road. I will not miss their sweet scent in the air. I will not miss the extras in the ordinaire. How wonderful is that?
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I’m coming to the conclusion (between my age and a number of people I know who are seriously ill) that being able to wake up, whether quickly or slowly, is a privilege to be treasured. And to do so mindfully, like you do, is wonderful. I bounce out of bed and have to leave for work 50 minutes later, and I rush – not good. Not good at all.
Thank you Alana! I have the luxury of not having to work anymore….out there in the big world, that is. 🙂
Great post, nicely written and I am glad you are able to go at your own pace in this crazy world where we live. Thanks for sharing
Thank you Andy!