Yesterday I was determined to indulge myself and sleep in as long as I wanted. Unfortunately, my body had other ideas, and at 6:00 A.M. my eyes popped open. This scenario was unsatisfactory, and I forced myself back to sleep. By 7:30, I woke again. But this time, sleep eluded me, and at 8:00, I admitted defeat and climbed out of bed.

A long list of household chores means I never lack things to do, but the constant, unrelenting rain kept me to indoor tasks. My gardening projects can wait for a less damp day. My painter returned at noon to check the previous day’s touch-ups and re-hang the doors he painted. The walls, the ceiling, and the trim work are a study of perfection. Let’s see how long it lasts. By late afternoon, I wished somebody had listened to me when I told them the go back to sleep. I grabbed my current read (which is slow going), curled into my favorite chair, and with the rain gently tapping on the window, I just might have taken a nap. Vindication.

This week promises a succession of early mornings, late nights, and a plethora of challenges. Nothing new in that department, and my weekly scheduling session should help avoid any earth-shattering debacles. Putting on my best “adulting” hat, I sternly told myself there would be no reading in bed until the wee hours of the morning if I knew what was good for me. Adolescent me is obstinate and likes to push boundaries while whining “just one more page.”

I always remember my number one priority. My core habits are strong, and writing a little every day is my secret weapon. Yesterday I wrote 473 words.

Did you write yesterday?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer