A four piece of chocolate. A pimple on my dehydrated tongue tries to spoil the enjoyment I feel from the chocolate as it melts on my mouth. It’s not my regular chocolate but it’s still a refreshing way to begin my day.

I made it till 6:15am this morning so I suppose I could say I got to sleep in a bit. Inside my head, I seemed eager to wake up. I even dreamed it was 6am once in the night. I opened my eyes and looked towards the orange digital clock on the wall at 3:20am. It’s the first site I see each day and it confirms me whether this wake up is the official one or a trial run.

Some nights my body tells me it’s time to pee when I wake up. This week, I’ve been able to skip that step and make it all the way till the sun peeks through my window, or the dogs wake up and rattle the whole house awake. Today the dogs won. Not that I’m keeping track.

There is nothing ahead that excites me about today. My Sundays are equal to my Thursdays or any other day. That square of milk chocolate and the last few girl guide cookies may very well be the highlight. I begin my routine with little expectations as try to make it as fun and interesting as I can. Learning to set the bar for a good day down from perfection to satisfactory was a big life change. Any day I wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night is a good day. The part in between is a bonus.

End of part 1.