My Get Up and Go Got Up and Went...Maybe

This morning I woke up with a burst of energy.  I awoke and got out of bed at 6am.  Haven't done that for a while.  Got dressed, fed the dogs and cats and then went on our morning walk.  The dark of night had retreated and the sun was rising like a medalion of hope in the eastern sky.  I was jazzed.  I made some business calls, some personal calls, scheduled a lunch date, a dinner date, a business appointment and was a Trumpian roll.  I started to work on a weekly publication I do for our church.  I tell you, I was N-R-Gized!  

Then I listened the TV talking heads.  Demi-god celebrities ranting and airing their dirty laundry.  Mega-millianaires and disgruntled politicos running for president (maybe).  Extreme middle east unrest and madmen spewing garbally good as if it were a new doctrine and some pendants think maybe we are leading the world into WWIII.  I felt my energy begin to flag.  I ate some Activia.  I sat down at my desk.  Suddenly I was overcome with inertia.  I decided to take shower in order to revitalize myself.

The shower was good and I felt awake again for the second time this morning.  I got dressed and ready for the day ahead.  Hair cut at 11, shopping to do, maybe some yard work on this a nice California day.  Or maybe a movie.  Then to dinner with old friends.  It promised to be a good day.

And it still is.  I noted that maybe my "get-up-and-go" had not in fact got up andwent.  It had merely scared itself.  "Too much!  Too much," it cried!  "Get a grip!"  I then had a talk with myself.  Get over yourself.  Just get started again and you will be fine.  Write.  Write anything.  Just do it (ala Nike).  And I did. And it worked.  The energy came back.  I am out of the ebb and into the flow.  I guess it is true what they say: up and at 'em beats laying down on the job every time.  And off we go where ever my get up and go takes me.