Just call me angel of the morning
Morning is my least-creative time. I am not – how do you say it? – PERKY. I don’t wake up before the sun, just bursting with inspiration to get the day started. And because I don’t work in a traditional office environment, the most “ready” I get these days is a tank top and workout pants.
My best thinking is done when I’m not trying to think. My best writing is done when I’m not trying to write. Inspiration often strikes in the middle of the afternoon, when I’m troubleshooting HTML code or talking to a co-worker about email delivery (don’t be jealous). My desktop is littered with text files, snippets of sentences and scraps of songs, which I usually return to late at night as I’m going to bed.
That’s when I write.
And yet, it’s before 8am, and I’m just typing as I think.
We’ll see how this goes.
Are you ever struck with just how lucky you are? Don’t get me wrong – I’ve had my fair share of pity parties (duh, you know this). But sometimes, when I can take a step back and look at the good things, it’s a little bit overwhelming.
Today, my brother and sister-in-law have been married for 10 years. They were 20 and 21 on their wedding day, and at 18, it was my first time being a bridesmaid – little did I know how well-experienced I would be 10 years later.
When I think about Ashley, and all that she adds to our family, I just feel really thankful. She is creative and irreverent and passionate, funny, self-deprecating, soulful. When she really laughs, it’s this explosive, joyful sound that probably makes the angels dance. And my dear brother loves her so well.
I look at their relationship, and at my sweet nephews (all three!), and I feel hopeful.
Unbeknownst to me, while we were celebrating their wedding 10 years ago, someone who would later become one of my closest friends was ringing in the big 2-1. Today is Annie Downs‘s 31st birthday, ladies and gentlemen. If you know her, you love her – that’s just the way it is. Few people in this world have such a wide circle of influence and friendship, but Annie Downs is something special. She is hilarious and selfless and ballsy and loyal. If you live in Nashville and see her today, give her a hug from me.
And because it’s my unimaginative morning time and I don’t really know how to work this in, I’ll just say it: thank you, readers of this blog, for your words of encouragement and love in the past week or so. I can’t pretend to know why people keep checking in on my little life (especially when I’m always in a tank top and workout pants – honestly, I need an intervention), but I am grateful for your companionship along the way.
Time’s up. And in the words of Bon Jovi… have a nice day.