As I write this, it is early in the morning on Thanksgiving Day. I’m sick with a cold, possibly an infection in my throat. But that doesn’t stop me from writing early today. There is something I love about being up early in the morning, writing while everyone else is asleep. It’s solitude by choice. It’s serenity.
By now, I’ve already written a gratitude list of ten things I’m grateful for, and a morning page filled with everything that is most important for me to talk about. I do that every day to get them out of my head and make myself available for others when they rise.