|Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for hosting this annual challenge.|
My pup will occasionally groan and roll over as I sit and create, but even she knows that these morning moments are mine. I need this time to work out the stories in my mind, to allow my characters to speak, and to work with the words that wait within. Some days they are more willing to come out and play on the page, other times they stubbornly sit, but all days are important and necessary.
These morning moments are mine. I am not Wife. I am not Mom. I am not Teacher. I am not Sister. I am not Daughter. I am Friend to myself, taking time to nurture Me and the creative spirit inside.
It has taken me many, many years to realize that I need this time. There's always something in the day to do, once the motors of family and work start churning. Teaching, chauffeuring children to lessons and activities, laundry and household chores, even nurturing my marriage are communal events that I happily do to share and give to others. Finding myself in the morning, being with myself in the morning, however, is the fuel that energizes the rest of my day.
The screech of my teenage son's alarm and the thud of his feet thundering in his room above bring my morning moments to an abrupt close. I finish my thoughts, save and close, heading upstairs with coffee in hand. As I ascend into my day, I become Mom, Wife, Teacher and Friend. But because I have been with Myself and my words on the screen, I know that I am still inside there, too.