For an entire hour already.  And isn’t this sight of the sun shining through a great way to start the day?

Granted, arising at 8:15 on a Sunday morning, is probably not all that impressive for most of you, but for me, it most definitely is.

I hate waking up. Period. I do it. And always with a smile on my face, but I’ve never understood those who can jump right out of bed in the morning {particularly at super early hours} and seem to be wide awake and bounding with energy for the day.Which I always find utterly annoying.

So this morning, I had full intentions of going to Zen. Key word here being : had. It’s only been three months since I’ve gotten the Zen on … three. WTF. I shouldn’t beat myself up too badly about it, I was gone for 7 straight Sundays. But, still … I start feeling … well, a little guilty.

Thinking that I should be going. And I’m not.

I’m dealing with some serious Zen resistance, which I don’t really get, because I practice meditation on my own as is and I need to take my own advice of “we must do those things which we resist.”  But … this morning … resistance, wins out.

However, I’m going to release any guilt I might be feeling and know that when I am ready, I will return.

In other morning news, it’s cold. Well, not cold cold … 54. For it not even being in the double digits of September yet, that is a sure sign that fall is knocking and about to land at our doorsteps.

In fact, I could swear that it smells different this morning … that crispness smell … which smells like Pumpkins and fires and hikes. In that order. And I’m not really sure why I just capitalized pumpkins. But I’ll go with it.

I know I make way too many grammatical errors on here, which Maman loves pointing out to me — Litlte Miss Grammar Queen herself — who gets excited about correcting grammar anyway? That gene skipped me.

I want the errors. I don’t want perfect, flowy sentences and being able to use a semi colon properly. To hell with all of that. Because, to me, that isn’t life.

If we’re not f-ing up grammar and getting our play shoes a little dirty, then something is wrong and we’re missing out on living.