It is not Sunday

When my alarm went off at 4 I thought groggily no I don’t work until 10 I can sleep later. Next time I looked it was 6:04 and I was awake. I got up put the kettle on and brushed my hair. Puttered over to the couch and settled into my spot.

I was doing a Google talk to text for my bff and as I am talking I am thinking about my day yesterday. And wait did I not…..I pulled down the top of the cell and stared at the date and time. And Day.

It was not Sunday.

It was Saturday. And I was working at 7 a.m.

I flew. Had less than a quarter of my coffee before I was out the door. I arrived at work with 9 minutes to spare. Only a little discombobulated.

I spent the day signing people up for the new Scene+ program that we are rolling out at work.

I am now ensconced on the couch, coffee in hand watching Designing Miami on Netflix.

I now know that tomorrow is Sunday. The day when I start at 10 not 7. A day that I will get to enjoy my morning coffee. 🙂

Sept. 24/22

I regret…..

I regret

the years that I wasted

hiding my pain and fears

with addiction.

I regret

time spent hating myself

blaming myself

for mistakes made in the past.

I regret

that it took so long

so very, very long

for me to forgive myself

and let the healing begin.

Melancholy arises

as I stare down paths

that vanish with each regret.

Paths of life undiscovered.

But there is no regret

for the path I did choose,

that path of brambles and thorns,

made me the woman I am today.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Aug. 20/17