There were times in my life when I did not get out of bed every day. There were years when I elected to spend all day in my nightclothes, not getting up much, and not because I was sick or depressed. It was how I found time for myself. But now that I write full time, don’t have to go to work every day, I look forward to getting out of bed. On migraine days, I am loath to go back to bed, and rarely do. I sit in my recliner with my feet up and ice on my head, away from the light, but still up. What are the reasons?
- I write every day. I enjoy writing, can’t wait to have written something, anything new.
- I read every day. I read poetry, plays, novels, non-fiction. I read for enjoyment, and I read to learn, and I read to make my writing better.
- I’m alive. There were times I never expected to see another holiday or another summer or even another sunrise. The truth is we all die sometime, but here I am, still, and I’m glad of it.
- Family. I love my family. I’m so lucky to have watched two of my three grandchildren grow up. I wish I could have spent more time with the other one, and I still hold out hope I will someday.
- Friends. I’m lucky to have really good ones.
- The world. There’s so much to see, so many places to go, so many experiences I haven’t had yet.
How about you? What gets you out of bed? What do you love about your life, even when things aren’t going so well? Did you see the moon last night? And Jupiter? Huge and bright.