3-14-25

It’s crazy how at 2PM I can feel as if I’ve squandered the whole day. Even at noon I can feel this way. Which is absurd because my average day goes from 7AM-11PM. The lion share of my day has yet to occur, and my worrying of blowing it could cause me to spiral and actually blow it. Consistency in anything will cause it to be less terrifying. Though I suppose feeling a lack of time will cause one to not pursue what they want based on desire, but through a sort of itemized list. 

Not to become one of those insane morning workout people, but getting out of the house as early as possible will give me a good barometer of the reality of the day. 

Our abodes are comfortable cradles where we watch the shadows on the cave wall. 

I stayed inside for most of the day today for fear of it being cold, what nonsense. Had I simply stepped foot outside I would’ve known the truth.

Night has lost some of its mysterious allure to me, partially through my own fault, I’m sure, but early morning could hold that same special feeling. Of a mysterious time known only to some. Nighttime’s appeal is its seeming exclusivity, and early morning could hold that same weight.