I long for balance and moderation.
They are shiny ideals that elude me.
If I'm honest, I often forget to pursue them.
Instead, I linger in bed for precious extra morning hours
later wondering why I don't have time to paint and write.
I watch hours of news broadcasts from Egypt
forgetting to move the wet laundry up into the dryer.
Hours pass while I forget to eat a bite of food,
then hunger arrives and I nosh on the first thing I find.
But I do know that each and every day is day 1.
Tomorrow, I will get out of bed an hour earlier.
My heart will again visit the streets of Egypt
as my hands will prepare for my own day.
I will create a beautiful breakfast
and pack surprises to share
during my time with a young friend.
I will breathe a little more deeply
and watch where I place my feet.
Perhaps I'll find something shiny on my path.