Sometimes in the midst of the cacophony that accompanies life, you're enmeshed in a moment wherein you get hit with a realization that you are happy. Maybe not entirely, because of all the additional factors that can be swirling around on the outskirts of that bubble, but in that bubble itself, you are.
That's how I felt this morning, curled up in my chair, in my quiet corner by the window, where the only sounds were the air sweeping through the suite quietly and coolly, and the dimmed hum of the random vehicle passing the building. Sunshine and solitude, two of my favourite companions.
I had meant to write this, and yet, I broke into my own bubble to get up and get myself a bottle of water, and in so doing, lost that tranquility, checking in with the other departments, having to take phone calls, and holding impromptu meetings that all so instigated a stronger craving to return to the peace of my office.
And yes, I am back again, and now writing all of this morning's experiences. I am a morning person, despite the weariness with which I wake up and pull myself out of bed, and I love it more so for the amount of productivity I am able to concentrate into several hours as opposed to an entire day.
Those of you who know me well enough are familiar with my afternoon crash - the phenomenon of me being so incredibly sleepy and lethargic after lunch. Comparative to my mornings, I could perhaps attribute this to the fact that the sunshine has moved on and my east-facing windows no longer receive those rays which so rejuvenate me. Oh well.
