this morning #864.

this morning, before i’d even rolled out of bed, i’d set my eyes upon the leading headlines of the day. after seeing them, my instinct was to leap up & scream & go back to sleep, back to dreams guaranteed to be less of a nightmare than these reports before me. sad stories of so many men & women forced to fight for their lives when they’d be much better served by spending that time kicked back basking in the fact of their existence. through the fog of the slogs they faced, they somehow made due. i had to decide for myself. would my reaction to this overwhelming moment be pure paralysis or would i see this as a call to action? for now, i’d start my journey by putting on pants.