Roll Away Your Stone


It’s 10:16 before I crawl out of bed the second time.  Once the kids were off to school my enthusiasm to begin the day left with them.  I crawled back under the warm covers and slept again until 10:16.  This is not the morning of a go-getter.

I wake up and chide myself for this dangerous self-indulgence.  This type of self-indulgence sings a siren song that calls me to itself.  It is not productive or helpful.  It leaves me feeling empty, used and useless.  I should know better than to answer its call but this morning the comfort of a soft, warm bed was all that mattered.

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I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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