Mornings are the best. They have promise of a day (so far) undamaged. Nothings quite in your face or threatening your time and energy yet. You sit and sip your coffee, do your weird routines, and slowly take in the world as you wake up.
I do the New York Times Games daily, check my sleep, get some space, watch the world go by on the porch. I wish mornings lasted longer. I wish there wasn’t a certain magic minute when your cell phone starts ringing, appointments start happening, and problems needed solving. It sneaks up on you and insists on itself, the hard start of the day. The post coffee period.
Hopefully the day is actually a good one, the motivation is high, and the to do list is doable.
If not (and sometimes in spite of), weird thirty (my 3:30 – 5:00 pm stretch) feels like I’m lost in space. Mornings give promise of traction.
So – for my next birthday I want a morning that lasts all day.
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