Today I woke up, alert, relaxed, and genuinely ready to start my day. Outside my window was a gray film complemented by droplets of rain covering the Friday morning. Typically, I wake up groggy and unwilling to accept that it’s not a weekend so the mere peek outside would have set my depression into overdrive. Not today, nope, I was up and ready to shake a tail feather.
Time was on my side as I leisurely got dressed, my hair dried to a radiant shine, and walked out the door as the sun appeared through the grim sky to greet my face. Pulling out my sunglasses, I had a short skip to my walk and hopped in my car turning on the newly replaced windshield wipers to clear my view so that I could gracefully drive to work. Without a care in the world and not running late for a change this week (road construction stress is the worst especially on a NJ Turnpike), I listened to Q104 (NY’s Classic Rock Station) tapping my steering wheel with an enthusiasm of a newly licensed driver as Billy Joel sang about tie dyed jeans (Captain Jack song).
Every green light danced as my car approached, and the weekly traffic on the NJ Turnpike due to construction parted so that I could veer off at an exit to avoid gridlock. The normally busy Jersey City street was desolate allowing me to bypass the traffic woes of the turnpike, which pumped my smile to a full grin.
Cars lifted in the air as I looked for a parking spot in the usually hard-to-come-by parking lot in Weehawken. Within a few steps of the bus stop, I parked my Honda and gathered my things jumping on the Jitney headed to Manhattan. I sat alone and could breathe without the two overweight stranger’s bodies I usually get sandwiched between, and I got some work done courtesy of my iPhone.
The air was light, my soul felt bright, and it’s a Friday– Believe It Or Not!?!?