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I woke up yesterday unassisted by the persistent, mechanical nudge of my faithful alarm clock.  I had tumbled to bed the evening before, only half conscious having fallen asleep nestled on our couch, the blanket my mother made me keeping out the chill of the air conditioner.  I missed a step and my alarm slept unset.  It was a rare sleep from which I woke uncertain of the day and obligations.  In fact it took me a moment to register I was late.  I don’t like the chaotic panic of multitasking morning routines in fast forward so I consciously let go of normal and shifted my focus.  This is why I am sharing an otherwise uneventful moment: one small change and my morning unfolded with promise.  In slowing down, even with less time for simple routines, I was tuned in to what I was doing rather than going through the motions of the morning.  My expectations changed and I was happily surprised.  Everything did get done.  Everyone was prepared for the day.  My morning was alarmingly, pleasantly calm.

Tagged: Morning, Routine