I never dreamed that I would be a morning person. Juggling an obnoxious schedule forced me to broaden my day to fit in everything that I had to do, resulting in early morning start times. I choose to walk my dog Henslee in the wee hours of the morning (some would consider it to still be nighttime) because it feels like the only consistent part of the day and is critical to both of our well beings.
It became my favorite time and ritual of the day. My arch-nemesis is still my alarm clock but I find that my most honest, creative and interesting thoughts happen when I am well rested with the freedom to day dream. As the day goes on, I develop narcoleptic tendencies making problem solving more difficult and easier to procrastinate. Without traffic and congestion, Henslee can sniff and play in the park without bothering anybody and and the city feels very simple, calm and completely mine. Continue reading