It is Thursday at 5:20am.

I am running late to work.

I am tired this morning . . . but eager to get my day moving.

My to-do list for the next two days feels very long.

My mom is coming to visit for the weekend . . . I am excited for this.

The longer I sit here the later I get.

Peace.


~The act of being understood is probably one of the greatest gifts one could ever receive.~