tamarjacobson

Lately, whatever I do, I am thinking, "I should be writing."

• In the shower
• Shopping for food
• Going to the movies with great friends
• Watching television
• Taking a walk in the park
• Brushing Ada
• Sitting on the chair, closing my eyes, and listening to my son playing the piano
• Cooking
• E-mailing friends
• Grading papers
• E-mailing students
• Sleeping
• Dreaming
• Waking
• Speaking on the phone
• Drinking coffee
• Playing Scrabble at Pixie Pit or Scrabulous or even on a real board with my son
• Driving
• Listening to music
• Blogging
• Teaching
• Meeting
• Singing
• Cleaning the house
• Doing the laundry
• Watering plants
• Reading the NY Times
• Checking out Facebook friends
• Sitting and staring at the oak tree
• Eating pie: pumpkin, cherry or lemon meringue
• Having brunch with great friends

The only time I do not think, "I should be writing"

… is …

… when I am writing.

A year ago at Mining Nuggets: We greet the day together

Being a morning person means that usually I am alone every single day. It is mostly good, or am I rationalizing it to feel good about it? I mean, it is quiet and peaceful. I have my space, am able to think and reflect and watch the wonders of sunrise. But it also means that I tip toe around quietly so as not to disturb, not to awaken, not to trouble, not to get in the way of … all the other sleepers out there. Some days it feels lonely and I just wish I could share the start off the day with someone. Go for a walk, talk, or be silent together, share the dawn, the morn, new beginnings.

That is why I love to go to conferences and room with my friends. Some of them are morning people too and we can chit chatter away, make coffee, giggle, walk out into the street, or share some intimate disclosures which always seem to come out best early in the day.

Some days, though, I just become so tired of tip-toeing around …

Once, I was married to a morning person. It was fun. We would wake up very early indeed, pull on our clothes and with our first cup of coffee drive out to see the geese in the swamps flying out for their first morning flight. Or, we would sit out in the yard looking at the birds at the many different feeders he had created for all their various needs, shapes and sizes.

I did not appreciate it.

Now I do.