RECOVERY

I was sick. Now I am better. Not much else worth detailing. 

BROAD STROKES

Big deliberate actions instead of frantic fear inspired scramblings

WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO TONIGHT?

TAXES.

You know you are busy when your early morning planning for Friday night brings you to accounting.

Out from the Fog

LET THERE BE LIGHT

I am up extra early today to study the basics of circuits and fixtures. I am working on the Fellini of home wiring- The 3-way Switch, and I have to run to get to work before my foreman loses all respect for my professionalism. I'm on my way Dad.

JUGGLING

In this time of economic downturn it seems only prudent to seek a number of opportunities.  I, however, have my fingers in so many pies that I wake up not knowing what is apple, what is banna cream, what is strawberry rhubarb, or what is chicken pot pie.  Mixing them all together can be quite a gastric-mess, which defines the unsettled feeling I wake to most mornings. 

I don't know what horse to back, what my morning should be devoted to.  I just keep tackling one thing at a time.  Either my stomach is going to get hardier or my palate is going to refine and I will no longer accept that rogue key lime that I only accepted earlier simply because it was on my plate. 

Hopefully, we (I) won't have to worry that all the pies are vanishing, let's pray for an abundance of pie so that we may all have a nice little sliver of our favorite pastry wrapped fillings.  

LOOP HOLES

The last three days I woke up for the sunrise, took note, and proceeded to go back to sleep. Sleeping until 7 or 8 o'clock, not a huge deviation from the program, but a deviation none the less rationalized by the letter of the law. But I am cheating myself, my own objective. The whole point of the sunrise is not to check it off like a task, but to experience the morning. The returns to slumber were a direct result of experiencing the night instead.

No more loopholes; you can't surf in loopholes.

SYMMETRY

I awoke and immediately walked outside to check the swell that I expected.  I found only ankle biters but did find a glowing moon and its reflected mirror upon the sand.  I went back inside to watch Jon Stewart hold CNBC accountable on The Daily Show's website; feels like things are swinging back into balance for logic and ethics. 

CIRCLES

The seasonal cycle draws closer to another turn as the winter shifts to spring on March 21st.  I personally couldn't be happier about the coming warmth.  I am awake and working on my cover letter for my pursuit of an entry level position in the solar industry (it is all about the sun these days it seems), but I am having a hard time finding the desire to pull up the wetsuit and get in the cold water for knee high waves.  I am relying on the sun to bring my motivation. However, I am determined to find the motivation to surf despite the conditions, dark and cold.  I have never regretted a single morning of surf. 

Instead of looking out for comfort and growth, looking inward to further craft our own circle may offer a more difficult but lasting foundation. 

THE FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE

Every morning, my father was already gone from the house when I awoke as a kid. Day after day, year after year, he left for work hours before the sun cast even a glimpse of the dawn.  

Millions of workers around the world have done the same and continue to do what is necessary for themselves and their families. I don't see any uniquely special accomplishment in waking up early, however, for me, right now, this is a club I need to join, a necessary mission. 

This is day one, another launch.  I have been suffering failed launches for months but feel like they have all been building up to this point. 

Why am I doing this? I simply need to wake up feeling like I am doing everything possible to achieve the life I want.  Most have heard and know that "making your fortune" takes discipline, "success" takes discipline, but I'm starting to realize that living a satisfying life, a life where you smile and dance and truly find joy throughout your day, takes discipline too. 

So this is my test to see if the extra hours, the early jump can give me the elusive time to enact the life that I desire or a sufficient enough repose to recognize the life that is right in front of my face.  

Day one; another first day of my life.