I know that nighttime is lonely time. That after 8 pm, you
are acutely aware that you are single.
But I’m finding mornings to actually be worse. Mornings are
somehow both my most productive time and my achiest. Is that a word? Achiest?
Achy-ist. I’m very productive at aching between get out of bed o’clock and
breaking for lunch.
Days hold potential, which sounds obvious but little is truly
obvious. And it’s intimidating to wake up and know that, “hey, I have to fill
this potential ‘alone.’” That word, alone,
so ominous. Which is silly, because alone is not actually a synonym for
single.
By the end of day, by nighttime and after 8 pm, at least we
have evidence that we can fill that potential without that other person. But in
the morning, we still have to prove it to ourselves. And it’s achy.
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