I woke up this morning with what seemed like a million nagging thoughts running through my head. This is Saturday morning, this shouldn't be happening, right? Though I'm teaching a two- week long summer art course to middle and high school students, it's still, technically my summer break, so again, I shouldn't be stressing about anything. But, for some reason I was, so I rolled out of bed and made some tea and decided to sit out on my porch and take in some morning sun and listen to the birds singing their morning songs. Instead, I found myself chugging down the tea as the chattering in my mind kept on rolling, telling me I need to do this, go here and do that. That's when I had to stop myself and consciously slow down the chugging to sipping and actually make an effort to listen to the birds. It took a few minutes to get to this point, and when I did get there, it became almost automatic. Interrupted by the occasional sound of passing planes and the air conditioning unit, I was still able to listen to the marvelous sounds and songs that most people probably take for granted and go through life missing out on completely, myself included.