Random Notes (#76)

Some days, most even, I wake up and I am tired. I don’t usually whine about it but I certainly don’t enjoy it. Time is a valuable resource and I can rest within the walls of sanctuary after I die. Now is for being awake. Still, a tad more sleep would probably be helpful.

Anyhow, even when I wake up tired and drag myself around the apartment to get ready for work. Even as I drive to work rain or shine feeling utterly un-inspired to have the job I have. Even as I repeat this morning process over and over, I can’t fail to notice how the day shifts, every day. At some point each day I come to realize how important and worthwhile the day is and I think it is important to do that. A spark of life pops back into the picture.

Sometimes it is a passing conversation or an article containing some previously unknown information. Other times it is a call to arms, be it a battle or a hug. Each day contains many moments, moments we miss and learn to not check for. Moments that we aren’t prepared for sometimes. Moments that define who we are in the world. Are we “salt and light” or are we just another shadow passing by, unaffecting the world aside from adding to the blanket of darkness already present?

It’s these moments that I wake to each day. I don’t wake to an alarm clock or coffee. I don’t wake to 8:30 traffic patterns or a morning radio show. I don’t even wake to the static shock I almost always get hit with at my desk. No, what wakes me up deep down is the sight of these moments to change the world even if only in a 10 foot bubble around me.

Nothing wakes me up like being awake spiritually. Granted my eyes are still heavy and my body would love nothing more than to curl up under my desk for a few more hours, but my spirit is alive. That is far more important to me than being on caffeine highs or getting an adrenalin rush. A spirit alive is an everlasting high...