I am known by family to be a certified bitch in the morning…this tag first appeared on the first morning that I woke up. March 10, 1956. When I get out of bed in the morning. I demand alone time….alone in my own head. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t engage me, don’t invade my space just leave me alone. Does this seem like too much to ask for. NO as a matter of fact it isn’t. Helen (my mother for you new readers) was one of those people who jumped out of bed and was ready for someone to talk to her. GOOD MORNING SWEETHEART was my morning greeting…even when I let her know that I’m just not a morning person and prefer the quiet. As I grew into a teenager, Good Morning Sweetheart grew into a challenge from her…always followed by the little giggle and the demand that I engage her. I married a happy morning man and I bore one morning hater and one semi morning hater. This could be the end of the story but no one (him) talked to me this morning and the light bulb flashed 58 years and 16 mornings after my birth.
From the moment I open my eyes until I’ve been awake approximately 1 hour, I think deeply, I plan, I analyze. The time when I do my analogical reasoning. It popped into my head this morning – does this have something to do with waking up following a night of dreaming? I’ve always said that my morning shower is where I formulate my daily blog. As I drive to work it plays out in my mind and when I would sit down at the radio console, the words flowed. If I don’t get the blog written in the early morning, chances are I won’t do it because the words have boiled in water too long and just mash themselves.
So I’m feeling very inspired this morning…I’ve determined in my own mind that I’m brilliant in the morning and I’m not a true bitch….
Until next time….