I suck at “productivity.”
My mornings are anything but a miracle.
I've never belonged to a 5 am club.
Or 6 or 7.
I feel bad for not doing something wonderfully life-transforming by 8 am.
Should I though?
I don’t know.
I don’t do anything miraculous in the morning.
I don’t do anything period.
I sit there.
Alone with my thoughts.
For a few good minutes.
Just sitting in the stillness.
I want to sit there.
Shouldn't I find excuses to not be still?
I better get busy “being busy.”
Did I schedule this meeting with myself?
Should I allow this stillness instead of doing the next productive thing?
All this -- as I just sit there.
I close my eyes.
I notice how imperfect it all is.