on being a morning person.
there's a certain vulnerability that's only felt early in the morning. and i don't like it.
it's like no matter what, i feel like there's no way i can accomplish the things i want to accomplish (usually these 'things' include getting out of bed & getting dressed in order to get to work on time).
if i write early in the morning - like i've been trying to do lately - the whole time i'm writing, it feels inadequate. it is only when i re-read it later in the day, that i realize, hey, this is what i was trying to say... this actually makes sense.
but, early in the morning, before that requisite cup of coffee... before even 100 paces have been walked... there's a little cloud, taking up residence right above my head, no matter the weather outside.
will i ever be a morning person? as of now, all signs point to no.