Good Morning, Sunshine
That’s how my mom usually woke me up when I was little … Good morning, sunshine! … or sometimes with singing.
You’d think having a morning not unlike a woodland scene from a Disney movie would be a kid’s dream, but I am not a morning person and never was. (Apparently, I had to be roused even on Christmas.)
And yet, here I am … at 5:15 in the ayem, making a stab at writing a post. Commitment. That’s what it’s all about. Also, there’s no I in TEAM. No … something about sweat or perspiration or pain … I forget now.
After a day of working with words for work, the coming home and writing is quite a challenge. My new thing is to get up early and write a little before my life force has been sapped by a thankless world. The results may be terse, surly, difficult to follow, or all of the above.
Forewarned is forearmed.
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