I write the truth as I see it here. And feel it. And when I write about myself and how I feel it is ontological truth.
I wrote those two sentences at 7:28 a.m. this morning and they set the tone for the entire day. I actually startled myself in writing them. They are personal. Maybe I should have been embarrassed to write them. But they were the truth of how I feel. I haven't read a lot of others write that they love their life, that at 67 years old they look forward to first light like a sunny-dispositioned baby.
I lay in bed for about an hour after I first noticed the light. It was too faint then. I was afraid I would regret getting up at 6:30 or whenever sun up was. So I laid in bed resting until the light was a more respectable intensity. That was 7:28. And I looked forward to the day and was happy that I had not gone back to sleep.
I hope, I'm being truthful here, that you have days that begin like this too; not all of you, not 44% of you, I hope you're the walking dead when you wake up, and miserable. But for the rest of you, this was an impressive feeling I had this morning and I am proud of myself that at my age I had it and that I wasn't too embarrassed to write it. Good night Friends, not enemies, I can't in truth wish enemies a "good" night. But good night, Friends.