Day 1, December 4, 7 a.m.
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I am not good at mornings. I have never been good at mornings. I feel about mornings the way Garfield feels about Mondays, except Garfield only has to deal with one-in-seven-days. Every day has a morning. In a past life, mornings were somewhat easier to deal with because I had to. I had to get up, get dressed, get the kid to school, get myself to work. I had to be at the gym for my class or I would loose money. I had to be up! Up! But I didn’t have to be good at mornings. And I wasn’t.
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Last night I went to bed at 7 p.m. I got my Covid booster on Thursday. My first shot was the J&J shot back in March when it felt like that one little shot was going to be enough to change the thing that had changed the world. It was not enough. I thought for awhile about trying to pretend I never got that shot, to go and get the Pfizer or the Moderna series, but I realized that the vulnerability that the J&J shot left me with was serving our family; since I wasn’t as protected as others, I continued to be extremely cautious, which was good because our son wasn’t yet vaccinated. Now he has had his first shot and I felt like I could go ahead and get boosted. And just like last time, this shot gave me overwhelming body aches and it made me tired. So I went to be at 7 p.m.
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I woke up this morning sometime around 4 a.m. I dozed for a bit, but by 5 it was clear I was up for the day. I stayed in bed, all warm and comfy and thought about the things I need to make peace with, and top of the list was mornings. Coming in a close second was the weather. And that was the germ of this idea: A project, a challenge, to meet the morning, to learn to cope with the weather. #MeetingMorning