6 to 8 a.m. – that’s my writing time.
The house is quiet. And, dark.
My mind, relaxed and open, is free to think beyond the day’s needs and frustrations…to reach beyond myself and my environment, and able to find words and put them into some semblance of order that resembles thoughts.
This morning, my writing time was interrupted.
I don’t like interruptions.
My chest seized as muscles tensed, and my jaw tightened.
Like I said, I don’t like interruptions – especially not during the quiet time I’ve set aside for myself before the day begins.
Call me selfish. I don’t care. I get up early for this one reason – to be still, to think, and to write.
Once my mind is side tracked that’s it. Opportunity to write has flown.
Such is this morning.
Hubby rose as Daughter was leaving for work.
“You’re not getting up, are you?” I asked.
“Can’t sleep,” was his reply.
It’s not that I have a place I can go for quiet reflection. The ONLY place in the house we rent is a common area that Hubby and I use as an office, dining room, living area. And, it’s right in the middle of our small house.
Make that, TINY house.
I’ll admit, I was a little miffed. Body and mind would have enjoyed sleeping longer. My only reason for rising early was for the quiet opportunity to think and write uninterrupted.
Ok, ok, I was a little more than a little miffed.
OKAY! I was upset. There, are you happy now?
Yes! I was upset. My plans had been interrupted in such a way that I could not regain what I needed to accomplish my goal of writing a piece for this blog before my day began in earnest.
I need to write. I need to get things out of my head and into words through writing – whether with pencil and paper or fingers clacking on a keyboard – I NEED TO WRITE. It’s like I need to download my brain to free it to take in more.
And, I need quiet uninterrupted time to think and write. Poor mind has enough trouble holding onto thoughts without noise, talking, and activity breaking my concentration (aka interruptions).
I should tell you why hubby couldn’t sleep and why he interrupted my early morning plans.
Today is Friday. Friday is payday. This is the last Friday of the month. Bills are due. Rent is coming up on the 1st. Very little pay was expected (works on commissions).
When we moved here, Hubby had to transfer with his company and basically had to start over from the ground up. Hard to do in a new place, with new people, where you don’t even know how to get from point A to point B and then back home again – and let’s don’t even talk about working around rush hour traffic….
Anyway, Hubby, being the man that he is, was concerned (aka worried) about where the money was going to come from to pay our bills.
Long story short – when I rolled out of bed, Hubby woke to my kiss on his cheek and grabbed his iphone to check our bank account expecting to find nothing, but hoping for a miracle.
What he found was what prevented him from going back to sleep.
And, the reason he interrupted my quiet time.
What did he find? He found a miracle – sufficient to pay all that was due.
It seems several months ago, a manager flipped a switch to undo something that was done regarding his sales account. And, unknown to Hubby, in X number of months that switch would flip back and the $$ withheld would be released.
Hence my interruption during my quiet time.
Oh, yeah. In all honesty I should tell you that when I sat down to write shortly after 6 a.m., I stared at my blank page and could think of nothing to write…NOTHING. My mind was as blank as the page.
And, then Hubby interrupted and voila!
Interruptions are often blessings in disguise.
Thank you, God, for this and for so much more.
Good thing this piece is finished – Hubby just asked for breakfast….