Country Mouse Monday: morning is for wandering

It's been three months now since the start of my new life, my life of working for myself. So much has changed now that I have The Best Boss Ever, most, but not all, for the better.

Necessarily, I got a little bit lost in it -- in the thrill and challenge of starting a new business, in the deep relaxation of not being crazy-stressed. And especially in not needing to get up at my old Fuck Yeah Early-Early Wake-up Time.

Which I see now was a mistake.

Because, really: morning is my religion.

And I need as much of it as I can get.

It's been good for me, I guess, sleeping in (!) until 6, sometimes 6:45ish, but not without a price.

The more morning, the better. Because morning is for wandering.

Whether it's wandering through my own thoughts, sitting at my desk and writing (something else that fell victim to the Sloth of the First Three Months), or wandering through my immediate neighborhood, I need that daily amble.

Every time, what's true is that no matter where I find myself, in my house or somewhere outside, the true location of my wander is my own little self, standing amongst the tall trees of me breathing in the air of my own being.

Standing in the wilds of me, taking it all in.

Sure, maybe that sounds terribly navel-gaze-y, but whatevs: it's still true. If I can start the day with some unstructured me-time, particularly writing, then it's as if it stokes a certain productivity metabolism, so that that little fire burns bright all day. If I wander first thing, then I'm Golden for the rest of the day, lit up from within not only by what I've seen but also by this little flame of I-did-the-Key-Thing.

Some people go to church on Sunday. I wander, on a daily basis. The destination is always, truly, my own heart, the rhythm of the keys or my footsteps whispering, come back in, back in, back in.

Now that I've taken my little break, I'm back and sanctifying this block of time at the start of each day, rising early to get as much of it as I possibly can, getting outside, going inside, reveling in all this freedom.

Why would I ever give that up?

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