I get up early and sit on this couch and think, read, and rest. Today this view screams at me to get moving and enjoy the sunshine, to buy some produce, write that scary email, edit those stories, take down all that red stuff in exchange for pastels, replace those 7- and 8-year-old pants I keep wearing, and holy stinking heck, get ready for Richard’s birthday.
My most productive time has shifted away from mornings. Writing and deep study are now impossible for me before 10 am. I think it is okay to sit and watch the morning sunlight span my kitchen, and I love it. The pandemic has taught me to slow down and that it is okay to adjust expectations during times of stress. I don’t want to lose the lesson of taking things easier, even though I am beyond busy with church responsibilities right now.