I turn onto my side in bed. The clock radio had been playing for several minutes. I know this because the alarm is set for 4:40am and I can see through one squinting eye that it is now 4:48am and I just turned it off.
I get out from under the covers and put my feet on the floor. I'm still tired though I've been asleep for 6+ hours. I stand and shuffle my way to the shower trying my best to ignore the siren's song calling me back to bed.
I get about half way to my destination and stop. My mind has instantly cleared. All my priorities have aligned themselves. My fatigue, that a moment ago was as tangible as it was frustrating, is now a fleeting memory. I find myself standing more erect, a little taller. I move with determination.
The challenges that I know await my attention at the office are no longer daunting and seem inconsequential, even trivial. This day has purpose. I have purpose. I am mildly irritated at myself for oversleeping, wasting 8 precious minutes of this purposeful day.
All of this focus, this redirection, this... what's the word? Invigoration? All of this takes place in a second. Less than a second, actually. It takes just a moment. Because in that moment just prior to my transformation, my metamorphosis, my epiphany, I have a moment of mental clarity and I realize that today is Thursday. Today I ride.
It's alright if my fingers get a little cold during my hour long commute in the 21ºF air today. (They did.) Because today, I ride.
It's alright if I have a user call complaining that they can't print and when I investigate, I discover that they have 27 print jobs in the queue - all the same document, because if it doesn't print after the first try, hitting the Print button 26 more times will make it work. (She will.) It's alright because today, I ride.
The day is starting out cold but my personal television weather guy (he never lies to me) says the sun will shine and temps will reach 60ºF. But even if the sun doesn't shine, it's alright.
I will leave the office today as the clock approaches 4:00pm and I will share highway space with some of the nation's worst drivers. I will probably take a detour on my homeward bound commute and add another 45 to 60 minutes to my already hour long drive. It's alright.
Because today, I ride.