Simplify Your Self


I’m up every morning around 5 o’clock.  It’s part natural body alarm clock and part click click click of little doggie toenails on the bamboo wood floor.  I really need to train them to sleep a little later.  Oh who am I kidding.  I can’t even train them to not eat the bottom shelf of a bookcase.

I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning.  I’ve always been a morning person.   Even on vacations I get up early and go out to explore while the rest of the world sleeps.  I love the feeling of being almost alone in a strange city.  Just wandering around and watching.

I gathered all of the dog beds and the little doggies followed me to the bathroom where they lay in their beds and sleep another hour while I take a bath and read and read and read.  It’s my escape from the world.  A gigantic pink bathtub in my nearly hundred year old house, something to drink (a big glass of water if it’s in the morning or a cup of wine if it’s an afternoon or evening bath), books, my Kindle fire loaded with books, magazines, and more books.  I can’t explain my love for it … and I don’t have to.  It’s my one vice …. ok … it’s not … I have several more, but this one has been with me the longest.

Well I get all settled in this morning for some great Sandra Brown reading and I start to hear a faint beep.  The dogs hear it and cock their little heads to the side.  What is it?  Where is it coming from?  Is it the mothership calling me home?

Nope … it’s the alarm clock that I forgot to turn off.  The one that I NEVER actually need, but ALWAYS set before going to bed.

The beeping continues.

It gets louder.

My instant urge is to get out of the tub, dry off, put on my robe and go turn it off.  I do stuff like this all the time.  I interrupt whatever I’m doing to go do something that doesn’t really matter at all.  Which makes it very frustrating for my husband when we watch Game of Thrones and I remember that the laundry needs to be moved, the dogs need to be fed, the house needs to be painted, the taxes need to be done, and the hogs need to be slopped.  I’ve been constantly moving, staying busy, being productive and other things I call it for years … which is actually bullshit.  I’m not really getting anything more done, but I am missing out on the here and now.

So this morning I let it beep. For a while it really bothered me.  I could still hear it.  Beep Beep Beep  I kept on reading.  Beep Beep Beep  I ignored it.  I kept on reading.

and I started to notice that it was just background noise … I could function knowing that it needed to be turned off, but that it didn’t have to be done right that second.  I could just let it beep for another 30 minutes.  It wasn’t hurting a thing.

I was proud of myself.  I know it sounds like something really small, but to me it was huge.  At that moment I didn’t have to be doing anything and that one little thing didn’t have to be handled at that exact minute.

… but I bet I remember to turn it off tomorrow 😉

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