I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save)
the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world.
This makes it hard to plan the day.
~ E. B. White
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I love mornings. They are quiet since I get up before most other people - at least in my house. Mornings are quiet in my head, too. The noise of others' voices hasn't gotten going yet. My own - often negative - self-talk is also quieter early in the day.
Sometimes, I wish mornings could last forever. They don't, though. Eventually, I want some lunch.
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