One thing I’ve noticed about middle age is that losing the hour for daylight savings time kicks my butt. What’s up with that? I never used to notice. No fair! And it seems so disproportionate. I understand that my body thinks it’s 4 a.m. when the clock says five. What I don’t get is why my body can’t seem to acknowledge the two cups of coffee I’ve consumed.
I started thinking, somebody might advise me to give up coffee entirely and let my body’s natural mechanisms help me to wake up. No way! I love coffee! It is one of the few consistently wonderful things I encounter. If it doesn’t wake me up, at least it tastes good. If it doesn’t taste good, at least it wakes me up. It very rarely does neither (obviously this morning it tasted good) (just as an update, some time after I wrote this, I had some that woke me up. So there).
That got me thinking: what other things in my life consistently bring me happiness? That might be good for a blog post.
Laughter. It is true what they say: laughter is the best medicine. And it is NOT true something else they say: that the truth hurts. It doesn’t always. Today a lady called me a snot-nosed little brat. Quite true. My spring allergies have kicked in with a vengeance and, well, at least I cop to the brat part. I’m still laughing about it. When I laughed about it at work, it woke me up better than coffee usually does and it was more fun. Unfortunately, laughter is not as easy to come by.
My husband and my dog are great sources of happiness and contentment to me (you knew I was going to mention them, I hope). Of course, nothing you love intensely will be all comfort and serenity. For example, when my dog Tabby was ill last Friday, it was a source of stress and worry. You’ll have that.
Food. I love food. Sometimes when I’ve eaten a good meal I’m actually a little sad, because it’s going to be a few hours before I’m hungry and can eat again. I guess it’s a bittersweet feeling. When it’s been a lousy meal, it sucks. Again, you’ll have that.
I’m beginning to think (or muse, to stay on topic) that Middle-aged Musings is just another expression for Half-Baked Philosophy, which I have on Lame Post Friday. But what’s wrong with beginning and ending my week on a silly note? Happy Monday, everybody!