As my alarm sounded this morning, blaring Allison Road from the Gin Blossoms, I could not believe I was already waking up under my summer duvet in my own bed at home.
First, I couldn't believe I was already waking up at all. I arrived midday yesterday from Chicago fully jet lagged and could have slept another week.
Plus it seemed like just a blink ago that I awoke in this bed thinking it would be 14 hotel nights before I found myself here again. Yet, I am here again!
Life goes so fast.
I try to write down the stuff that occurs to me first thing in the morning.
Seems like the Gin Blossoms sum it all up really. Their lead writer Robin Wilson once said he tries to create a lyrical vision that "joy and grief go hand-in-hand in life."
That was sure the beauty of it I felt as I stretched under my duvet.
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