First Thing

I’m back. I tried getting up late, writing whenever, and taking days off. But I missed the discipline of the early rise, and the morning write. Maybe I should have been a monk. In retrospect, it appears that process gave me a solid thread upon which I could hang a life or a day. So, I’m going back to it. It’s five a.m. right now. It feels good to sit in the dark world and gather my thoughts.

And maybe that’s what was missing this year. I was no longer gathering my thoughts, but rather letting them slip along willy-nilly to be gathered if they felt like it and on most days they didn’t really feel like it because the dissolute me, the part that likes to sit around and do nothing, was back in charge. Wrong guy to be in charge of my life. It’s hard enough to live in a world that enjoys kicking you when you’re down, but to just lie around and wait for it to happen only compounds the misery.

Better to exercise some control if only to rise and write. So, here I am. And by the way, I used my new first word for Wordle, got four letters and solved today’s puzzle in two. I think you could say the day is off to a fine start. And the other thing I’m getting back to is making my bed first thing. I’d let that slide too. It’s weird how little things can make such a difference in how you feel, but they do. And this feels like a good first step into the day.

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John W Wilson

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