I’ve been getting up at 5:45 a.m. this week, something an earlier me would have thought fantastical.
Olivia’s self-contained in the mornings now, so my urge with the blank canvas of the morning unfurled is to pounce: grab a quick coffee out and rush to the office to start with the productivity.
This morning I demurred: I slowed myself down, made breakfast, went out to the back yard.
It was the right choice.
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