Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on morning.
They look different now, but still my favorite time of day.
What was once a 4am wake up call to get me started on my never-ending workday is now a 6am workout class.
That never-ending workday has gone away too.
What was once a day I could not manage is now me in charge of how I spend my time, my mornings.
What was once just me, alone in the dark, is now still just me but after seeing them all off.
What was once a long highway commute is now a walk with the puppy, our favorite time of day.
What was once too early, is now just right.
What was once so stressful is now so different.
What was once a feeling of dread and a weight I could not carry, is now me lifting weights I never thought I would be able to.
What was once always rushing is slower now, more intentional, more realistic.
What was once leaving my home as quickly as I could, is now me loving the comfort of this place I love so much.
What was once my favorite time of day, still is, it's just different now.