I was always a morning person.
I used to say that I could change the world by 10 AM. Jump out of the bed as though it was Christmas morning, ready to open presents, wrap presents, invent presents. My morning energy was bright sunny yellow.
Now my morning energy is a sweet pastel turquoise. I feel a smile on my face before I even open my eyes. I feel my body, I talk to the day before I see it. I move slowly and deliciously. I stretch, I read, I write, I sip tea. I hang out with me. I delight in being alive and in whatever I will make of that as the day grows. I create quietly.
I may still be a morning person. Just a different kind of one.
I believe that in the last few months, we have gotten to meet different ways of being. Ways that maybe we moved too fast or too loudly to meet before.
Ways that had been waiting patiently to meet us, also.
That’s quite lovely
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