It wasn't the early morning - it was the middle of the night. Because those people who get up at 4:30am for a good run or spin class - you are inspiration, but you are not my people.
At 4:30am, I consider that the middle of my sleep and I should not be awake.
But there I was, staring out the window at the glow from the lamppost in the neighbor's backyard. It's a little warm glow that allows me to see the trees sway. Generally, it's nice to see. But not in the middle of the night. My brain would not shut off.
It's probably the prednisone I'm on. For the third time. For the hives that have returned. For the third time.
Only to clue me in that I have another cold sore forming. Which is insult to injury - but catching it at 4:30am is better than at 7am, so I fumbled out of bed, got the meds, got back in bed and still couldn't sleep.
Gee, I wonder why.
But I mused on doing something nice yesterday. I sent a message to the staff at school thanking them for working on kindness with their students. That (for the most part) I see it on the playground when I arrive - and I'm never without a day where a student hasn't done something kind for someone else in my presence.
(It counteracts the snarky stuff I get from stressed out teachers - which I completely understand - but which I am growing tired of to be sure)
And somehow musing on something nice blocked out whatever it was that kept my brain spinning. And then somehow, the alarm at 7am went off.
It's a new day.
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I get lost in my mistakes
What looks to me like weakness
Is a canvas for your strength
And my story isn't over
My story's just begun
And failure won't define me
'Cause that's what my Father does
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