The Day Begins

 




I woke up from bed early this morning to go out on my morning walk. Of course, I didn't want to, but I have programmed my mind to get out on weekdays. 

Even in my half-sleepy state, I realized how much I need to organize my things, have a daily routine, and also have a walk from 'room-to-room' to help me remember what I need to do and where to find what. I laugh as I tell myself I am now 'officially old’. I would tease my mom when she did the same and she would always say in our local language "Obaa ba ni oba nii na", meaning "you will get older age and experience the same.'  She would laugh if she could read this and see I am now doing the very same!

  • Hanging behind my bedroom door are my carefully selected walking clothes taken out the night before. Still dragging my feet, I pull them on, my eyes still heavy with sleep.
  • My trainers, placed in the corner right behind the door, patiently for my feet to slip into them. I sit and moan as I bend my stiff back to tie the laces.
  • Next is my scarf gracefully hanging on the hook next to the front door.  I carelessly tie my braids up into a bun, knowing that my appearance this morning does not matter to me or anyone else.  It is so unlikely I will meet my knight in shining armor at this time of the day
  • On the edge of the dining table, my trusted waisted pouch lies.  Without it, there will be NO walk.  I cannot do without it!  It always carries six very essential items  - my phone, earphones, a pack of tissues, glasses, a bit of money, and lastly my front door keys.  I go through the ritual and carefully count 1-2-3-4-5-6 as I carefully place each item in my pouch, zip up, and clip it securely around my waist.

I walk out the door, use the lift to get to the ground floor, and step out into the pre-dawn darkness. The day has begun! I get out my phone, position my earphones comfortably in my ears, and begin to sing along with gratitude, the words of the song "Thank you, Lord" by Don Moen.  Thank you for a new day. 

Comments

  1. Half sleepy, but so organized! I love how you count off the items for the pouch and share your song selection with us. You go, friend!

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  2. The details and planning are what drew me. Even the count for the items in your pouch. Well done for sticking with the weekday walk.

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