I woke up because my body was ready to leave dreamland behind and start the day. There was no beeping alarm or bright light from my sunrise alarm clock jolting me awake. Today my schedule is fluid. I have a to-do list (I always have one) but today I can ignore every item on the list if I want to. It is a rare day with no objective and no place to be. I could, if I really wanted, lie in bed and watch the day start without leaving the warmth of my covers. Or I could get up and sip mate for several hours. I could sit on the couch and watch the plants grow. I could go for a walk, do a workout, or write. I could do anything or nothing. The lack of expectations and requirements for today is freeing.

No alarm days are rare and lovely. Having spent the past many years in medical school and then residency my life has been filled with productivity and hard work. But, just as too much free time makes me stir crazy, too long spent with an overly packed schedule depresses me. Letting the day begin spontaneously reminds me of my years in Paraguay. In Paraguay, most days flowed in a semi-planned way. My life was free in Paraguay. Even though I had work, obligations, and social activities in the Peace Corps, I’ve never had as much free time during my adult life as I did in the land of the Guarani.

Sometimes, when the sun shimmers into my apartment and my houseplants glow with the joy only photosynthesizing entities have in the sun, I’m transported back to my Paraguay naps and meditations under the shade of the mango trees with the nearby palms swaying in the breeze. On those mental journeys, I’m reminded that quiet is an underappreciated aspect of life. Of course, us humans need purpose and connection to be happy. But every moment needn’t be assigned. The happiest folks I’ve met are those who embrace the slow days when they come, sometimes even setting aside calendar days for nothing. I want to be among the ranks of the happiest people. I think this goal starts with no alarm days. My no alarm days are for basking in the strange meandering that occurs when I decide to let spontaneity determine the agenda.

Today is a no alarm day. The sun is shining. The mate is perfect as the steam curls up from each pour of water over the yerba leaves. The yerba is fresh and so it bubbles. The plants in my house look good. Maybe I’ll water them later because it’s sunny and they’ll need it. Some of my orchids are blooming, some will bloom soon, and some are pondering their future (deciding if they will flourish or die for no reason). My house trees seem tall today. Beyond my plants, through the window, and past the balcony the cranes move. Richmond is constructing several new tall buildings. There are 4 cranes to watch from my balcony. The cars bustle below, sometimes their music is loud. Life continues. I sit. Today is a no alarm day. I’ll probably go for a walk later. But this moment is for drinking mate and observing my plants. What a beautiful moment it is.