Waking me out of a sound sleep is never a good thing. The right sleep and how I manage my morning sets the tone for the rest of my day. So when I hear my neighbor's mower going at 7 in the morning, right underneath my window, it really jangles my nerves. With a few choice words, I push the cat away and grumpily get out of bed. In 2 minutes, I've already decided to be in a bad mood.
Decided. to. be. in. a. bad. mood. Was this the master plan of my neighbor, who evilly plotted the night before to roust me out of bed before I could center myself? Does my neighbor have something against me? Is he completely uncaring about the effect his mower has on me at 7 in the morning?
I would have to be
I am a dedicated butterfly gardener. Every plant in my yard is either a host plant or a food source for at least 7 varieties of butterflies. I never get tired of watching them, in every single stage from a tiny egg to a caterpillar to chrysalis and then finally a butterfly. I often find myself wondering how much different most people's lives would be ( my own included ) if it were as easy for them to transform into their true magnificent forms as it seems to be for these marvelous winged beauties. Now granted, a butterfly's journey is hazardous, dangers abound at every phase of development, but the majority of them seem to be able to complete their amazing transformations enough to keep the