this morning #1252.

this morning, i am the narrator of my own story. also the star. the tale i choose to tell about myself today is one of redemptive repetition. from darker days to wide awake in america, let me lay out just how far i’ve actually come. maybe prove a point of some sort. it used to be that i’d often balk at the thought of waking up. making it through another day was a hassle. i rued the rude alarm but it was fait accompli. to get a handle on the day, i continued calculating until i’d enveloped myself in harmful habits that made the days seem smoother. i’ve now taken the “harmful” part out of the equation. changed “habit” to “routine.” while it’s not at all the same, it’s still structure. just by another name.