I’m wide awake, several hours before I normally wake up.
The world silent around me, partially from the early hour, partially from the snowfall of yesterday dampening the landscape. Laying here in bed, without anyone expecting anything from me at this moment. I could aimlessly surf the web and my many apps. I could just lay there and not do a thing.
Or I can write and create something.
I had not kept up with writing over the past five years or so. Much of that was due to my career in customer service and sales engineering. I used every ounce of my writing capacity for years to craft words to help my customers. With tens or hundreds of correspondence over the course of the day that have to be written in a certain style, with no mistakes acceptable. And make no mistake, I was damn good at it.
Yet depleted any desire I had to write for fun. To think deeply on my own time and record it in “pernament” format, about any subject that came to mind. When’s the last time I got up early to write? I can’t recall. I’m sure if I queried this blog for my earliest in the morning posts, this would be one of if not the earliest ever.
What’s the conclusion here? I don’t want to end with a grand promise that I will almost certainly break. I’m just going to enjoy the moment and write some more.