A Lazy Sunday Morning

Alone I sit at a Tim Horton’s in Tonawanda, NY on the outskirts of Buffalo. Sipping my hot green tea and glancing out the window into the cloudy, gray morning sky. I need sleep. But I’m awake. And there’s no going back to bed. Last night, I had a subpar dining experience, and I wanted to write a scathing Yelp review about it. I wonder - is this what it feels like to be an adult?

Everyone acts like staying young at heart is a choice. But what if it’s not? What if adulthood sneaks up on you and pounces? Is there really anything you can do to defend your youth?

Maybe I shouldn’t fight adulthood, and what I need to find is an older person to latch onto. One that I admire. (There are plenty available.) And follow in his/her footsteps...

I see a slither of blue sky peaking out from behind the clouds. It’s a good sign. I don’t like the rain. It’s only a few minutes past 9am. And I have five hours to kill. A good portion of which I hope to spend outdoors.

Tim Horton’s is filling up. People have begun rolling out of bed. Probably on their way to church. I still have my space: Tea cup, wrappers, and bags spread out between two different tables. As usual, I’m a mess. But I’m comfortable. So, I don’t think I’ll move just yet.

Life is good. I am old. (Getting even older.) But life is good.

I’m grateful to be here. Even if I’m not quite sure what the alternative would be.