Some mornings all the things are absolute professionals at doing their thing, me included!
This morning, for example:
the frost settling in the super cold, crackling on grass, and melting on windscreens;
the little dogs out in the early morning did the my-legs-are-too-short-for-my-energy walk brilliantly. Also a shout out for the mouth-too-small-for-my-ball-but-I’ll-hold-it-anyway-because-we’ll-need-it-soon—oh, tree….delightful bouquet of previous dog pee…can I hold ball and pee…? YES!;
the sun which conveyed just the right amount of warmth and just the right amount of light in the morning;
the gum trees which soaked up the sun and did a truly spectacular job of looking completely beautiful – all glancing colour and depth rising from the mists;
the lone woman who demounted her bike as she crossed the bridge (as opposed to the blokes who variously assumed that the pedestrians would just flatten to the side to give them passage or demounted pretty bloody late in the piece…);
the friend who spectacularly nailed the “walk and talk” brief;
the friend who equally spectacularly nailed the “listen to my body” brief;
the egg which cooperated with the heat and water to deliver a runny yolk and no awful slimey white stuff (and really who likes slimey white things – whether in eggs or people?);
and the egg cup, turned by my Dad some many years ago, which held the egg so perfectly, rather like my Dad has held me and my dreams so beautifully all these years.
And now, as I slide into the work skin, I know it feels more comfortable for having found the professionalism in a range of activities that might not find a place in a regular transcript of professional life.
Stardust Becoming 