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.
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