I woke up early and I’m proud.
It wasn’t a full blown wake up early, do sadhana and carry out my day;
it was more of a, I am awake early, let’s stay up, be happy you’ve accomplished this.
And I am!
I laid in my bed after the 5:15AM alarm (starting small) and thought about coffee.
It’s now 8:10 AM and I am drinking that thought, proudly.
Lately I’ve been thinking about writing, reading books, and playing in my garden.
I imagine sitting by my plants, doing it all without getting bit by anything. That’s the dream.
I write this today because I need to write. And if I don’t get anything down on paper today, at least I have this.
Throughout all of the writing books I’ve read, social media pages I follow, and articles online, all of the great established writers have a top rule: Write everyday.
It sounds silly and simple but when you think about it, it’s probably the hardest task one can achieve.
And as silly as that sounds, it is.
I have the ability to write everyday as does everyone else but with the “busyness” of the world and thoughts on the mind, where can we find that task on our mental to-do list?
I stare at the shelves in my room filled with writing reference books.
Who knew I’d want to become a writer
It was never on my list throughout my school years until probably after high school.
I always excelled at English class yet it was never my favorite subject. Science always was. It wasn’t until junior year in the cracks of Queens, NY, I learned to write poetry.
I think that entire year changed my life when it came to which path I would choose.
Spirituality was a thing that dwindled in my life but I never had a grasp on until that year. Writing was a thing I did in school but never thought twice about until then as well.
I see myself now and no matter how much I hated that school and things got rough, it was important and I’m grateful.
It’s a Wednesday and I think about all of those who stand before me telling me to write everyday—telling me to do my sadhana everyday.
And I sit here and I ponder these things.
And I control the minor hate in my mind, despising my non-action.
And the humorist within, showing me the Tao.
It’s a Wednesday and I’m glad I showed up.
The air is cool along with the floor on bare feet;
and I walk to my garden, water my plants, say hello to the worms.
It’s a Wednesday and I made coffee.
I woke up early—-stayed up,