Morning has broken in Saskatoon. It is beautiful just like that first morning. The sun is out, glistening upon the fountainhead. A chickadee is drinking from its base and then it is gone. The morning air is cool and crisp – only 3 degrees. Sheba steams as she relieves herself on the grass.
This is the part of the day that I love the most. The world is still quiet, just stirring itself. The frenzy has not yet started. I can still think. I can still breathe. It is Saturday. I hear the traffic slowly start along Preston Avenue. Soon this madness called living will begin.
Now is the time to plan my day and not let it fall into willy nilly. It is very cool to be a free spirit but unstructured has never worked for me. So to keep doing the same and expecting different results would be insanity, as Dr. Phil would say. I am making a change today. I am going to make a to do list. That is my first change. It is a very small step, but a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. (from my venerable ancestor, Lao Tzu)