a different clock

As I lay here typing with my thumbs on a phone that seems "smart"er than me, I wonder why it is I feel so awake, productive, inspired, at 3 AM. My natural rhythm seems to be to stay up till the wee hours of the morning and rise when the noon hour is approaching.

It's parenthood, some say. But I think I've had this tendency as long as I can remember.

Annoying. I love the early morning, on the rare occasion I've seen it. So beautiful. Peaceful. Quiet. Normal!

Is it possible to train yourself to be a morning person?

Why are some people "morning people" and others "night owls?" Seems there's probably some psychology or personality type issues at work.

Shall I continue and actually psychoanalyze myself in print as I have so often in my mind????

Not tonight.

Kristina stirs.

Time to turn off electronics so she can rest.

a little nudge...

So, this blog begins thanks to a little nudge from my 14 year-old son. He's heard the story of my excitement returning home from a Young Authors conference in 3rd grade. I was excited and inspired and shared with my dad that I would like to be an author when I grew up. The response was less than supportive and I never considered it again....though I'll forever remember his words...

So yesterday in the van Daniel says, "Why don't you write mom? You should start now."

Right.

Why not? I'm not in 3rd grade anymore, I don't have to get permission...

So, I'll begin with ponderings on life, parenthood, work, family, politics....I'm not sure. We'll see where it takes me...

*I also must thank the Chukar who finally helped me figure out the avenue for my writing. From his appearance in our neighborhood I began perusing the web and "met" a neighbor through her blog! Thus I begin....