Wow. Early morning is not for me anymore. Well, especially when I don’t get enough sleep. I had forgotten what it was like to be up before the sun. And, of course, we don’t change our clocks until later (first Sunday of November) so my own internal clock, that is used to the clock getting changed at the end of September, is out of whack. It’s days like today that I prefer online teaching.
But it’s all good. At the least I get out and about. Lately, I’ve been feeling somewhat like a hermit. It’s a habit I can fall into when I don’t explore a city enough. It can be hard with a city this size (Toronto seems so small now) as there is so much to explore and often so little time. It’s hard to believe that I’ve lived here for almost a year now. While there is somethings about the US that I’m not so fond of, I do have to say that I like the variety and opportunity to find variety here. There seems more local flavour and welcoming than is sometimes found in Canada. Maybe it’s because of the belief of the so-called American Dream. I suppose one could think of it as a form of faith, blind absolute belief in a system that may or may not benefit some. Kinda like a religion: the faithful may or may not have proof of a deity but they believe with their heart and soul that something exists somewhere.
Right now, for me, the only thing I believe in is love and the power of it. And honestly, that’s enough for now.