morning // #hopewriterlife
day 2 // morning ✨
I am a morning writer through & through, but as a #writerwithadayjob my mornings are sacred & never as long as I need them to be.
Unless I get up at zero dark thirty.
I’ve tried relentlessly to be a part of the 5 am writer’s club because in typical Enneagram 4 fashion I want to do it all, but slowly I am teaching myself it’s okay not too. Instead, I’m taking things little by little.
So this year (literally since the 1st) my mornings have shifted. I don’t write my stories, but instead, His.
Because coffee & time with my Creator fill me enough to create later in the day.
And it’s different.
And it’s okay.
And it’s working.
When my own soul is filled by His Goodness & Word, then my day tends to flow so much better.
I’m more full.
More functional as a human being (& a 4.)
More understanding that just because I don’t write my own stories in the morning doesn’t mean I can’t write at all.
More observant of the world around me.
More full of stories to pen when I get home.
More apt TO write when I get home.
This little shift in my morning routine has opened up a whole new perspective on my writing, & perhaps, I’m realizing that being a writer with a day job isn’t so bad after all.