My doorbell ringing at 7 am

For about a week now I’ve been waking up at exactly 7 am.  This is quite something, really, as I am not a morning person. At all. If I had my way, I would sleep until about 1o am every day. Of course, that rarely happens because life,  all the little and big things of life don’t allow it. Nine am is usually my wake up time, and seeing that I work at home this suites me just fine, as no one else need care about when I start my day, except my husband who is long gone to work before I ever contemplate cracking an eyelid. So, do the math – 7 am is an entire two hours earlier than normal for me and I’ve been a little upset about it. You see, I hear a doorbell ring loud and clear at exactly that time.  The first morning it happened, I jumped out of bed and ran to the door thinking that it was our friend coming to trim the pine trees in our  yard, that somehow my husband had asked him to come early … and why would he do that I grumble, issuing small curses under my breath about the whole thing because I had been in a good deep sleep. I peeked out a window that offers a view of the front door. No one there. Hum … the door bell rang only in my mind?

Well, I was awake at that point, so got up and began my day.  Strangely, the bell rang again at the same time the next day, and the next, so by the third day I knew not to scramble out of bed but instead just confirmed the time on the bedside clock and tried to go back to sleep. Of course, to no avail.

So, it makes me wonder, what does my subconscious know that I don’t?  It’s true – I have a million things to do before I leave for Massachusetts next week, but I haven’t been anxious about that. In fact, I’ve been feeling pretty good about taking each day as it comes, trying to stay in the present moment and do what I can. I know that even if I don’t accomplish what I thought I wanted to today, everything inevitably gets done and, for the most part, done on time. So I concluded that I should take this same attitude toward my 7 am doorbell gong and say, oh well, if I wake at 7, I wake at 7. Take a nice cup of coffee outside for those few precious moments that the temperature is still tolerable in this crazy place and watch the hummingbirds come to my fountain for their morning drink. However, it wouldn’t disappoint me at all if the door bell would stop making its wake up call sometime soon.