Look Up

Sometimes I like to wake up very early in the morning. I love the feel of thedawn chill and dewy grass, the sight of stabilo-bright sunrise and the rapid fire chirping of the birds. I crave the silence and listening to the slow build up of noise as the rest of the world wakes up. Usually, though, I wake up in time for lunch.
Sometimes I like watching TV. Say, once a year.
Sometimes I need to be alone. To wallow in my thoughts and catalog the things I need/want/cannot do, figure out the next steps and make schedules and lists that last all of two weeks. Sometimes, I get this urge to be away from people. Watch a movie, speed-read books or take a long walk all by myself. Normally, I am surrounded and engulfed in a group. 
Sometimes I enjoy math. Especially if the numbers have peso signs before them.
Sometimes I am quiet, even when I am surrounded by friends. Listening and observing people can be fascinating. Other times, I am just too tired to talk and be my usual bubbly self. Sometimes, I feel out of place, disconnected, out of the loop. Very rarely though. Sometimes I know that silence is the best answer.
Sometimes I like shopping, but only under the strict supervision of my more fashionable friends.
Sometimes I don’t feel like doing anything. Sometimes I get tired of being assertive and just want someone else to make the decision for me. Sometimes I just go with the flow.
Sometimes I want to dance. Then I remember that earthquakes are not fun.
Sometimes I feel sad when people say goodbye. Sometimes I feel happy when they leave. Often, I just let them go.
Sometimes I dream that I can fly. 

And sometimes I hear God speak to me so clearly that saying no is not an option. Like now.