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?