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I work the 8 to 1 shift now. This means I leave the house at an insanely early hour. The mornings are a blur of frenetic activity, as I try and compress all my chores into an hour-and-a half. But the moment I step out, it's like I switch off the homemaker. The commute is exclusively me-time. This is when I am neither wife, mother nor employee. I am just me.
As I look out the window, the sun's rays gently carressing my face...I cannot but feel blessed. At peace. Every single day. Early mornings do that to me. Even the abject poverty I witness on my way doesn't seem as depressing. Maybe the hope that comes with a new day tints my view.
Thoughts flit in and out of my mind, as is their wont. Something about this hour helps me deal with the more painful ones with equanimity. Accept facts. Move on. At this hour, it's all good.
As I look out the window, the sun's rays gently carressing my face...I cannot but feel blessed. At peace. Every single day. Early mornings do that to me. Even the abject poverty I witness on my way doesn't seem as depressing. Maybe the hope that comes with a new day tints my view.
Thoughts flit in and out of my mind, as is their wont. Something about this hour helps me deal with the more painful ones with equanimity. Accept facts. Move on. At this hour, it's all good.