Ten years ago I moved to San Francisco after 23 years in Michigan. I had never followed a sports team before, but the moment I stepped into AT&T Park that April night, everything changed.
The Giants went from underdog to three World Series wins, and although they lost when I saw them in Chicago during the 2016 playoffs, there’s always this season.
Even though I left San Francisco in 2011, you can take the girl out of California, but she will always be a Giant! Here’s to an even year. ⚾️ ⚾️
It was 5:05 AM as I opened my laptop and started to type. I looked at my phone when I woke up, right before making a cup of coffee and settling in under four fleece blankets. I received a text message from 12:25AM, which I clearly missed.
After eating chocolate chip cookies, working on my sketch comedy homework, and watching a few episodes of Master of None, I was fast asleep by 10PM. My evenings are filled with reading, writing, and watching relatable comedies involving characters loosely based on themselves… which I know all too well. More on that later.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how much I love mornings. Many people whine about them and dread starting their day, but not me. Nights often involve chaos, hedonism, regrets, but most of all- a constant search to fill a void. Nights are full of anxiety, fear, and loneliness.
Mornings are the opposite.
For me, early mornings are a time of reflection, ideas, creativity, and wonder. It’s my time. No one else’s. The world is still asleep, no one is bothering me, the drunk texts have stopped, and it’s a fresh, brand new day.
Once you finally “get good” within yourself and are comfortable in your own skin, you’ll no longer feel anxious about what you’re missing at night. You’ll no longer toss and turn, worrying about tomorrow. FOMO has slipped away, and you realize the most important thing you need to take care of is yourself.
I hope you’re having a beautiful Sunday morning… mine is easy, just like Lionel Richie’s.