On mornings like this one I wake up with the alarm, but lay in bed for 15 more minutes in a half sleep, arguing with myself in my head about when I should actually get up, cuddling in various positions with The Girl, being warm and dreamy. Then the argument reaches whatever answer it was looking for and I make the move out of the bed, at which point The Girl pulls the covers back and opens her arms to try and lure me back. She has no idea how hard this is on me, and I love her more for it. My hair sticking out at angles, my eyes still half-closed I get dressed in the semi-dark because the light would wake Her up. I let the dog out, and he runs around me a couple thousand times while we head outside so he can run his errands. Stepping outside on these days is like plunging into life. The sky is cloudless, the air is still moist from the sunrise, and the temperature sits just on the fence between the 69 and 70 on days like today. The light is so bright but so clear like it’s shining through white wine, and it makes me drunk for just a moment. I am a morning person because of days like this, packed with potential and perfect for anything that I could ever want to do, calling me out from my safety into adventure. And know this above all else: I am an Adventurer.
I stand in the yard while the dog sniffs his p-mail, checks to make sure that everything still tastes the same on the ground. We usually share a moment when he starts to make and looks over at me to see if I notice, and I look at him and then we both look awkwardly away, like men at a urinal. We go back inside, he eats, I take care of the three S’s, and he drinks from the toilet. Before I leave I kiss The Girl on most of her face and back, and sometimes so does the dog. She gets up and gets dressed and gets ready while I make my lunch or check to make sure that I haven’t forgotten anything eventhough I only bring two to three things with me everyday. The dog goes back in his crate and we go out the door. Whether she’s with me or not the drive to work is something like meditation to me; I don’t talk much, I just breathe and think. And on days like this one I am reminded of all the things in my life that make me happy, that make me lucky, that make me keep moving forward to the next adventure, because above all else I am an Adventurer.
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