The calm before the storm.

I'm wide awake as the clock pushes 4 am, staring out the window, like a kid waiting for Santa. Only instead of looking for him, I'm waiting for the telltale signs that the impending Pacific storm has arrived. I'm hoping to hear the fat drops of rain splat against the window, announcing its arrival. Swirling wind through the trees makes the storm that much more alive.

In reading some awesome passages about life, I realize I've allowed the last few weeks to get away from me. Distracted. Pulled in different directions. Unfocused. Edgy. Looking down instead of ahead. The clock as my enemy. And I hate that I let myself get that way.

Facebook grated on my nerves. I felt robbed of the joy I used to have while reading it. Was I spending too much time on it? Or was I learning to digest the negativity, whereas before I used to bypass it? There were a few times where my finger hovered over the button to disconnect from it for a while. But alas, I realized blocking the negativity is the button I truly needed to hit. 

We're all human, and we all need a break from reality sometimes to catch up and look up at the sky to reclaim our bearings. I'm back, refocused, and breathing in goals again. Life's too short to drink bad coffee and to miss out on the simplicities it hands us, like the storm that I hope will be painting the window shortly.