All these dark mornings and dreary days we've been having lately make it almost impossible to get out of bed.
It's bad enough trying to force myself awake during the week, but the prolonged darkness is not helping. Not to mention all the cloudy skies persisting through midday, sabotaging any hope of a pleasant afternoon walk when I'm finished with work.
I feel strange complaining about such a weird thing, especially since I actually prefer this type of weather. Well... let me clarify... I prefer this type of weather when I can actually enjoy it.
Meaning I don't want to lace my dress shoes and roll a lint remover on my slacks and button-up shirt before work; I'd rather I stay inside, curl up in a corner of my couch and spend the entire day reading, watching movies and listening to my favorite atmospheric music.
My pale complexion and lumpy physique should already hint at my fondness for indoor activities, which makes it even more strange that I'd rather spend more time outside. Maybe I'm just tired of all the cold and all the dark.
I recently got a hair cut, ridding myself of my long, wavy mess of a hairstyle; but the first thing I noticed when I got my much needed trim (other than my forehead) was how cold it is. I swear the tips of my ears have been frozen numb ever since.
And they're not the only ones. I walk my dog every morning and return to the apartment with chilled fingers and toes. Poor circulation, I suppose. Or maybe it's because I refuse to wear gloves and long socks in early October. If I had a fireplace in my apartment, I wouldn't hesitate to jump in it and swim around in the embers.
Perhaps if I carried around a Coleman Lantern when walking my dog I'd be rid of both the cold and the darkness that consistently engulf my mornings. If that's too unreasonable a request, then perhaps a flamethrower would suffice.
Admittedly, the cold can be remedied if I just put on a few more layers and remember to have a pot of coffee prepared in the morning. But there's nothing I can do about that dark. I'll just have to wait until daylight saving time November 5 and hope the time shift works its magic.
Waking up at 7:30 in the morning and thinking it's 5:30 a.m. is quite frustrating. Truthfully, it's just a mild annoyance. I have to convince myself that getting up is worth it.
There's coffee to help wake you up.
There's a happy dog waiting for you to give him the slightest bit of attention.
There's a cup of yogurt in the fridge with your name on it.
There are people you can text "good morning" to.
There are stories that need to be written.
I peel back the covers and roll out of bed. My dog leaps toward the door. I'm cold and it's dark out. Before I even grab the leash I'm putting on my sweatshirt and sweatpants. I'm no longer cold.
I go outside. That black sky I saw through the window shades looks a tinge brighter than before. I rest easy and go about my day like normal. Eventually, all that darkness goes away.