This morning I had to wake up at 3:00 to finish my homework as I was exhausted out of my everlovin' mind by around 9:30 last night (insane.). I grumbled all the way downstairs, finished my paper in an hour and suddenly had two hours to kill. Meh. What do you do with two hours on a Wednesday morning in the almost-middle of February? You go outside of course. So that is what I did.
I very slowly got dressed, made a playlist, breathed, found a thick blanket, made some special hot chocolate, found a good pen, dug out that ridiculously thick coat that I refused to wear all through junior high because it went to my knees, and went outside.
And while I was out there, sitting on my front porch, distracted by the dim and inconsistent light of a single street light, I realized that I wasn't waiting for a sunrise, but a something. I want something to come and get me. Pick me up. Wake me up. I want to walk in some light for once. Perhaps this is the winter getting to me, that halfway-there mental state of cabin fever.
And I realized as I was writing by the light of my ipod backlight, secured firmly between my chin and coat collar, that I really couldn't wait anymore. Eventually I was going to have to get up, go back inside and finish getting ready for the day.So as I stepped back inside of the warm house and flipped a switch, inundating the familiar hallway with light I found myself thinking that sometimes you have to create your own sunrise, flip a switch and take control of that aspect of your existence. Because you can't always wait for nature to take its course and do it for you.