The buzzard went off at 6:30 am. Should I shower? An extra 10 minutes to snooze? I told myself to take the 10 and then do a 5-in-30 workout on the elliptical after everyone was out the door. But, I knew this workout would not happen. Unless it’s a Zumba morning or it is warm enough to bike the Clinton-Macomb Trail, I am not motivated to exercise in the morning. I showered.
Nutella and Peanut Butter breakfast sandwiches served up with fresh strawberries. Nothing beats two angels waiting for the bus with happy tummies.
I reached for my venti-sized coffee and opened my blinds. At first I saw gray. That was okay. Mornings are all about beginnings anyway. There is no telling how life will play out today and where I might end up before closing my eyes tonight.
Read and subscribed to a couple more blogs about writing. There are so many with helpful resources, thoughts, inspiration, and communities of those experiencing what writers experience. Two discoveries from this morning are Out of My Mind and She Writes.
One of my friends from high school works for The Eating Disorders Coalition for Research, Policy, and Action. She advocates for people with eating disorders in Washington D.C. To help address the growing issue of size-prejudice, she is promoting a book for children, Shapesville, which educates young people on shapes of people as well as diversity and tolerance. Another source that inspires positive talk about body image is Operation Beautiful.