My vision of these mornings is ultimately a little more peaceful than today’s hour unfolded, though I did recover nicely. Upon waking (after turning my alarm off), I discovered it was 6:08 and definitely time to get out of bed. Upon reading my email, I discovered I overdrafted my checking and it was definitely time to transfer from savings. I read somewhere the point of a savings account is not, in fact, to cover your own butt when spending unwisely but perhaps this is a lesson I’ll save for my 30’s.
This morning had a small chance of impending doom regardless, as I went to bed slightly upset last night. And when I say “slightly,” I mean I had a meltdown worthy of my 13-year-old self worried about the woes of jr. high friendships because I am sad about something in the friend department and feel like I can’t do anything about it. In my opinion, the state of inability is by and large the worst feeling.
I digress. And I got up.
I stretched for 15 minutes, did some yoga poses, listened to Ryan Adams and made a list of activities I could do in the mornings for the next 29 days. Flipped open my bible to a random page, hoping to find a magical verse speaking directly to the sadness in my heart (I don’t know for sure but I’m guessing God doesn’t love my secret ‘tests’ of surprise by doing this. Or maybe he does. It’s a waiting game, we won’t know these answers) and found a verse about how if you humble yourself and pray, He listens. Which worked for the purposes of this morning. Wrote a quick prayer in my journal, began to type this up and realized it was 7 and I was thirsty.
Bet you didn’t come here for my literal account of activities this first hour, huh? Maybe you did. Either way, thanks for coming.
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