Each morning, I get up before the sun, run or swim for an hour, and then race off to the bagel shop for breakfast before work. I live in the suburbs and commute downtown. The stress of city traffic is less brutal when my stomach is happily digesting a generous dose of carbs. Plus, I can‚Äôt wave my arms angrily at cars cutting me off when I‚Äôm holding a warm cup of coffee ‚Äì not to mention what a kinder person I am when caffeine is generously pumping through my system. Some friends regularly comment that my bagel habit is a waste of money. I look at it as an investment in my daily happiness.
This morning I sat in the sun enjoying my breakfast and sipping coffee, with my dog-eared copy of White Oleander cracked open on the table, when I thought how my bagel selection each morning reflects my mood.
Cinnamon raisin, toasted with peanut butter: I‚Äôm cranky. I need sweet and salt to start the day and if that peanut butter is crunchy ‚Äì even better. I‚Äôm licking my fingers by the end, enjoying each raisin and feeling more prepared for the tasks at hand.
Sesame, toasted with hummus: I‚Äôm pensive. Something is bothering me and I need a bit of time to figure it out. As I eat my bagel and think of the day ahead, I pinch the fallen sesame seeds from the table, carefully returning them to my plate while carefully crafting my plan for the day.
Black olive rosemary with cheese and vegetables: I’m optimistic. I’m hungry for the day and happy with what I have. I love the bright colors and varied textures in this sandwich.
Everything, toasted with egg: I‚Äôm carefree. With each savory bite, I enjoy the salt and garlic, without a worry in mind. The sun on my back, a good book in my lap, a cup of steaming coffee in hand.
Life is good.
How do you celebrate the start of a new day?