If anyone knows me remotely well, they know that I am not (and never have been) a morning person. I typically hate the mornings. I hate waking up early to the point of nausea.
Every once in a great while, however, something in me wakes up early, and just loves it. I truly cannot begin to explain this feeling, because I don't understand it myself. How can someone who so passionately hate mornings, love to get up so early? Ever?
This is once such morning. It is currently 7:26 am, and I have been up for almost two and a half hours. What? Yes, you read that correctly. I woke up around 5:00 this morning, and I didn't have the urge to run to the bathroom and get sick.
I do have an explanation for this madness: I crashed on my aunt's couch around 10:00 last night, and I slept soundly. I often joke that if someone were to look at my sleep schedule, they'd swear I was a rock star. There are often times when I crash and burn on the couch, in my clothes, forgetting to brush my teeth. As gross as that is, doesn't it sound like rock star behavior?
So this morning I have been up reading. I first read 2 Timothy 4 (on my Blackberry) and I bookmarked 2 Timothy 4:18. I don't remember what it says from memory, but it definitely warrants a quick read.
After reading in 2 Timothy and checking my Facebook (and playing games on the internet to pass the time, to my shame), I went and got my novel that I've been reading for the past week. I'm currently reading "Eat Pray Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. Personally, I think this book has a lot of negative aspects going for it. The author writes it from the first-person perspective (it is about her own life after all), and she tells of how she left her husband, participated in an affair, and has these wild ideas about God (she takes a somewhat pantheistic approach).
Why do I stick with this book? To be quite honest Ms. Gilbert has a compelling literary style, and I love reading about her adventures in foreign lands. I'm currently aching for adventure, and to read about hers are actually kind of inspiring. Which gets to the heart of this post: inspiration.
I'm currently inspired to learn exactly who I am. I want to realize things about myself and keep them locked in a memory bank so I can one day share them with the people in my life that I care about. The other night I made a list of thirty things I know about myself, and I will perhaps post them sometime.
In the meantime, I'm going to end this rambling monologue, and get back to reading until my aunt and my mother wake up. Did I mention I'm in the mountains with my mom visiting family? Can this be an adventure? Definitely. (:
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