I like the first hour of my day to be unfettered. Leave it untouched by expectation. As a child I awoke with the sun and loud music. In these adult years, sunrise is a silent time with pen and paper followed by hours of unruly experimentation and play. My morning morning followed by morning playtime. Free to wake up gently, drain out the thinking and feel into something new. I take pictures of my paintings and record a video of myself doing yoga with a pineapple. I write the first page of a book. I imagine I'm deeper into my life journey. Perhaps I have a music studio and I produce for other people. Perhaps my paintings are on display in a museum in New York City. Perhaps there is enough money in my bank account and enough gumption in my belly to spin a globe and fly to wherever my pointer-finger lands. These first couple hours of the day are freedom.
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