ready or not...

It is time for me to find my inner morning person. I got the job at Whole Foods. (That is assuming I pass the criminal check.) I'm really rather excited to get up and go to work every morning! Is that weird?! I'm sure it'll wear off soon enough. So this is the dawn of a new day and somehow it feels like it needs a proper slogan, though I don't know what that would be. There really is something about working outside the home that makes a person feel official. Why is that? I know what it is, actually. It's that we've all been brainwashed. Honestly, I believe that staying home and raising your own children is the way to go. I, for one, am perfectly happy at home. But now that I know I've got a job, what is this feel that has me visualizing myself as some swampy thing resurfacing from the underground? Looking at myself, I find that very backwards and strange. So maybe we are a bit underground, but it's not swampy! Infact, it's more like I'm heading out into the swamp; and I think I'm going to need some muck boots. I'd like to rewire that thought right now. I'm starting to wonder if that whole "a woman's place is in the home" era wasn't enacted as a measure of reverse psychology for women. If we tell woman her place is in the home, maybe she'll want to go to work! Well anyway, I don't know why I'm so gumptiony this morning. And, no, I'm not having second thoughts about the job. I just found it a bit odd that I was having even an inkling of self-worth in regards to heading out into the workplace. (Here is where I insert the definition of inkling so as to be clear and not embarrass myself as a result of mine own undisguised frankness.) {Inkling: a half-light; a glimmer; a misty haze; a dim, faded, almost unrecognizable, infinitesimal speck of a shadow, covered up and resting under a pillow.} Nevertheless, there was an inkling and it caught my attention, so I felt the need to wrestle away his little pillow and shoo him out the window. Come to think of it, maybe all this wrestling is somehow related to feeling guilty about sleeping in. Anyway, it does feel nice to pitch in, and I feel really so very blessed that everything has worked out so perfectly with the hours and whatnot. The whole thing is really quite doable. All I have to do is get up early. It's a small price to pay. And we get to keep the lizards. All in all, I think it's a grand way to do it, if it must be done. In conclusion I'd like to say: though I am looking forward to doing something new (simply because I like mixing things up a bit every now and then), it's important for me to know that you know that I have no aspirations to be a modern woman. And whatever other little inklings there are out there, don't get too comfy, I'm onto you.