Early Morning

(not my house -- taked at the Kennedy library)

I'm ashamed to admit how I've fretted over waking up early. The planning, the promises, the crushing guilt when it is 1 AM yet again and I'm still awake.

Well, those late nights have come to a crushing halt. Having a first grader will do that to you.

That was easier and harder than I thought.

I wonder what else I've been fretting about for no reason at all.

Sometimes worry is just another procrastination tool.