Some people get up and rush into the day. Others take time to sit down, breathe.
As I try to write this, I already moved twice, to the left, on the sofa. First, to accommodate my youngest son. Then, minutes later, my oldest. Soon, my wife and my daughter will be downstairs too.
For a while, I let that get in the way of writing. Now I don’t anymore. Either I write earlier. Or I write later. But I always write.
Because I have noticed that if I don’t write every day, I lose out. Writing is what grounds me.
What grounds you? What’s your way to greet the day?