Three Lives before Noon

Damp grass & a Stubborn Dog

Waking up today was rough.

Somehow, I feel like I’ve lived three full lives between 5:30 a.m. and 12:30 p.m. And still, I don’t have enough time. I can’t settle into peace.

The coping version of me wanted to stay in bed through all three lives.
The anxious version got m…