In the evenings I get tired (don’t we all?) and I get cranky. I’m almost like a different person. I’ll give myself hell for not achieving all I wanted for the day and I let myself worry about the future, the household budget, getting enough sleep, getting fat, not keeping the house as clean as I should.
In the morning, I’m bright and sunny, even if I didn’t get much sleep. I just operate better. When I was in my 20s-30s, I’d get up for dawn patrol surfing sessions nearly everyday. Continue reading “A rough patch”