Early and Late

For as long as I can remember I have been a night owl. My favorite
time of day is always the twilight hours when the world is a shade of
blue. It never last long but it's my magic hour just the same.
There's something about the world early in the morning and late at
night. It's always so peaceful.
As life turns out I will be getting more of my fill of the early more
so than the late starting tomorrow and the night owl will have to
turn into an early bird with a new first shift joby-job. Hence the
reason I woke this morning at 5a.m. so I can get use to my new hours.
And I have to say that at the moment…it sucks!
But it's a good job and one of those that I had to fight through hell
and high water to get. It's the first time since I started college
where I managed to get hired based more on my education rather than
my charming personality. We all know how much of a people person I am.
Most people in my place have probably said the same thing I did. Last
week I was telling myself to switch hours, or that I had to try to at
least. And of course I didn't do it until today. I could probably
justify that. But I wont. I will just say that what I should have
done is what I should have done. And I know that because I have been
up for over an hour now and the coffee hasn't kicked in yet. Of
course, neither has the sun. It's still dark outside. But it wont be
too much longer before the birds are chirping and the rest of the
world wakes up and tries to catch up with me instead of the other way
around. Which is probably the nicest detail of it all. I've been
going too slowly for too long. And when you slow down like that too
much a lot of things catch up with you and you have to fight them
off. Or pay them off depending on what they're after. This seems to
be the game of life these days. Run, run just as fast as you can and
throw money on the trail to keep all the things chasing you
distracted long enough to get ahead. Get far enough ahead and we have
a habit of thinking we are successful. Then we stop to bask in the
glory of the moment and our own capabilities and achievements.
Reminds me of Aesop who wrote in one of his fables, "Take your time.
I'll have forty winks and catch up with you in a minute." - The
Tortoise and the Hare

Angel Snowden - 2006