Overslept, again!

 I have now overslept, according to my own standards, on two occasions in the past week. Considering the fact that I got up regularly to write and run, or run and write, at 5:00 am on every day, I find this new phenomenon of oversleeping to be pretty amazing. Yes, I was use to waken up darn early! I am going to bed the same time at night now, logging the same type of daily ritual schedule as before, eating the same foods, drinking the same drink, and yet, something has changed. This delicious rare thing could not have been cultivated, just found, a new chapter, a new smile. The heaviest box in my life has never been any real box at all, and in the days leading up to this new oversleeping of mine, the box, (that box) the one I had always written "handle with care" and "fragile" across, every time I moved, no longer has to be wrapped and unloaded. I do believe the extra sleep is the release from the pressure of that absurdly vivid idealization of my life in that heavy box, carried on my back on dirt roads, through lots of trees, before finally, I have put it down, and left it deep within the forest, walking away with only myself, through the biggest clearing in the trees, following the light of the sun to the open road. I think, probably, I now need to begin setting an alarm clock, as I do not foresee the oversleeping ever changing, contentment will do that to ya!