There’s something about a morning in which you don’t need to do anything, isn’t there? This morning, freshly returned from a trip out of town, I didn’t set an alarm. M brought me coffee around and I slowly rose, sipping it along with some blackberry yogurt while I finished an episode of a reality television show I had started last night, before my family called and told me to come watch my little sister played softball. I was reading a bit when I started to get the itch to get moving.
We were out of town since Thursday, in Jacksonville for the US 15k Championships. We spent the next few days camping at Little Talbot Island State Park, taking advantage of my spring break. It was pretty glorious–a few days in a nice (free!) hotel room, lounging at the rooftop pool, having drinks with M’s runner friends. And then the park–oh my beautiful. We somehow managed to score the best campsite two days before our trip when someone cancelled, even though the park was booked up for months. We pitched our tent underneath palm tress, which framed the view out over the marsh, where we could sit, sip wine, and watch the birds and the sunrise. There were these perfect secluded beaches lined with forest and covered in petrified trees. The weather was absolutely perfect–bright and sunny, in the 80s with a breeze. We ducked into a small town up the road to stroll along the boardwalk and eat the world’s best lobster rolls on our last night there. It was blissful.
I actually got a shocking amount of work done. Spring break seems to be the last marker in time for people–even my friends who hadn’t started studying for Step 1 said they would get at it after spring break. That made it seem very real to me. It also, it seems, is suddenly almost April, which is the month in which we finish classes. After that happens, it’s real dedicated study time. That’s terrifying. So with those thoughts as my motivation, I carried my Step 1 Secrets book with me, catching up on the chapters I had fallen behind on, scrawling the information in my copy of First Aid so I can review all these high-yield facts over and over again come April. Between my free time on the flights and at the pool and on the beach, I was feeling pretty good about the number of chapters I was able to get through.
I was also, though, glad to get home on Tuesday of spring break, giving me plenty of time to regroup and hit the reset button before school gets going again; thus we come back around to this morning’s restlessness. I have a long list of things I want to get done this week, and I suddenly felt the need to do them all at once: I want to get to the gym and get my workout over with so that I can study this afternoon and maybe I’ll get to the grocery store and I just have to get through this review set today and on and on and on…
about there was where I reeled myself in. Mornings, when you have them and can let them unfold slowly, are these savory wonderful things that can make the day less exhausting. So I started another cup of coffee and set to journaling, making some lists, sitting in some quiet time. I let myself have time to catch up on writing. And I will even take some time for a bit more television, letting my tension unwind a bit before setting about the days tasks. My workout can wait until this afternoon, when the weather is warmer and I can stand to be outdoors. Shouldn’t I be getting outside more anyways? With a whole day free, there is not rush to get to my to do list. It is written down and I know what I need to do and I will do it. After I enjoy my morning.