Ok, I had some help.
This dude was doing weird things in the night, so when the alarm rang I grew concerned by his absence in the bed and sat up to check it out.
And then, when I tried to go back to sleep he kind of got in my face.
At that point I told myself that I had a decision to make. Every single day is just a series of decisions.
I made the decision to wake up and head to the computer. It was a good one.
We often don't give ourselves the props we should for our decisions.
Like, I decide daily not to get outrageously drunk and take my clothes off and dance in the street. I bet a lot of you make that decision daily too. How awesome of us. I am so proud.
I decided to write today, and I feel better for it. I didn't finish the ending because honestly, sometimes my imagination gets out of control and scares the crap out of me. I knew I needed to hit the sidewalk for some exercise, in the dark, around 5:15ish so I didn't write the ending.
I'm ok with that.
Tomorrow 4:30 will come again and I will make the decision to meet it.
