This morning I made a conscious effort to stay away. For a bit. Yesterday I realized I made a mistake and it impacted the rest of my day. I woke up--as usual singing a random song that popped into my head, It Wasn't Me by Shaggy--kissed my boys, completed my morning routine, and cuddled with my laptop by 6:15am. And that's when my day fell into a funk.
Or, rather, I fell into a funk.
I let a few emails derail my morning. And it lingered for the rest of the day.
This morning I made a conscious effort to stay away. I woke up and stayed in bed for a bit longer. Reached over the side of my bed and rubbed Polo's belly for a few more minutes. Listened to the morning chirps more acutely. I realized that the minute my day officially started, I was letting go of the perfection a new day brings. Today I reveled in the pre-morning light. And I'm thankful.