Some days, your body just takes over, and, if you’ve been taking really great care of it, it does this responsibly.
Today, I missed three alarms.
I still made it to school on time, but just barely.
You see, for the fifth day in a row, I was scheduled to get up just after 4am this morning.
At that time, I was scheduled to go downstairs and eat my first breakfast, then participate in the first part of the morning meditation that would be happening, starting at 4:30am, and then, with an extra backup alarm to make sure I leave in time, ride my bicycle down the road to the gym for a 5:30-6:30am workout.
I then would return home, shower, eat a second breakfast, now post-workout, and head off, with prompting from my third alarm, to school at about 7:05am.
This, of course, did not happen.
I awakened at 3:15am, in desperate need of a potty break.
I went downstairs and used the bathroom, then came back up to bed, grateful that I had another 45 minutes to sleep, and I passed out again.
I eventually opened my eyes to find some sunlight shining through my skylight curtain, and I panicked.
I jumped up and checked the time: 7:02am.
I threw on my clothes as fast as possible, and rushed downstairs.
I managed a basic breakfast smoothie, did my teeth-cleaning routine and used the bathroom, all in a borderline frenzy that was somehow calm, too – I kept my head about me, but I moved as quickly as I could manage effectively and safely.
Fortunately, the weather was expected to be rainy in the afternoon, so I was already planning to drive my car to work, which is significantly faster than taking my non-highway route with the scooter.
I somehow arrived to school, used the bathroom, let the kids into class, swapped out what I’d brought to school with what I’d needed for class from my office, and greeted students before the bell rang for class to begin…
By the grace if God, I suppose… by my name.. 😛 🙂
And… it was a wonderful day.