I was up the other morning at 4:30, trading fitful sleep to deal, head-on, with the nagging swirl of thoughts drifting through my subconscious.
I brewed a pot of coffee, pulled my favorite mug from the cupboard, poured a steaming cup and got to work.
Such is life these days.
I wonder if these early, often unwelcome, awakenings are a natural part of life at middle age or simply prompted by the sheer busy-ness of my work and personal life.
It is of middle age, not lack of sleep (ugh) or coffee (joy!), I come to write to you today.