I awoke this morning with a start. Oh crap. I need to get out of bed. Shit. I really, really don’t want to deal.
Then I laughed. I mean, what a terribly unhappy and counter-productive way to start the day! Not unlike how I began each dreaded, blasted morning when I was drinking (minus the hangover and the deep, deep fear and panic about what I’d done the night before, of course). So I lingered under the warm covers and listened to my man friend talk about various things. I decided I wouldn’t move an inch until I could set a happier intention for the next 24 hours.
And this is what kept running through my mind– Andrea, get on the good foot, for Pete’s sake!
During the weeks my man friends’ children are here, the mornings are bustling, busy, sometimes harried. The girls have their own feelings about being awake before 7 am. Everyone deals differently. My man friend is typically sing-songily cheerful in the morning, prepared to guide the rest of us so that the day jumps off smoothly. Thank you, honey, for making coffee and keeping one eye on the clock!
Another thing my man friend does is play music. And not the kind of annoying shit my mom might have selected in the wee hours (let’s just say she would enter my bedroom on school-day mornings singing It’s a beautiful morning; it’s time to wake up; you love school…). Incidentally, she also knew I hated her singing. So it had the desired effect– getting me up and on out (but in a dour state).
But my man friend, he has impeccable taste and a flair for the funk. One song that is oft-played as we get ready to face the day is Get On the Good Foot by James Brown. Click here to have a listen. I promise it will put a little skip in your step.
I am getting on the good foot here. Actually, I am getting on two good feet. It’s going to be a super Tuesday, whatever it has in store for all of us…
Peace and love.