I get up early to write a little on this blog before I get to go to work.

Did you notice how I exchanged “get to” for “have to”?

That’s just one of the things I can do to “psyche myself up”.

I was talking to someone and they asked, “How do you get up early and write that blog?! I can barely function in the morning….HOW DO YOU DO IT?”

I can barely function in the morning….some mornings.

I stumble around….have some juice, make some coffee.

The routine of it all is the only thing that carries me from stumblebum to repetitious super robot.

The routine is the only thing that gets me through.

But when that lady asked me that question, it made it all a little harder.

Until I knew that it might be something hard….to be able to engage my brain and click, click, click on the keyboard….I never gave it a second thought.

It was just something I did every day….no matter how fuzzy and partially awake I was.

Things didn’t get “hard” until I knew that they were supposed to be.

Until I knew that it was hard, I was as happy as a clam dancing around in my new emperor’s clothes…..and then that lady at the library spoke up and all of a sudden, I felt kind of exposed or something.

I think that the secret is to start out kind of slow and then just maintain.

Maybe I’m just a turtle without a clear path to the lettuce at the end of the race?

Maybe I’m just a turtle bumping up against the sides of the box?

DANGIT….I’M A MAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!! I AIN’T NO STINKIN’ TURTLE.

So….if someone says, “Oh….that’s hard! I don’t see how you could do that! Why….I couldn’t even draw a straight line….”….I need to turn a deaf ear and just muddle on.

That’s one of the beauties of “not knowing”. If I don’t completely understand the process, sometimes it’s easier for me to “just do”….if nobody tells me “it’s hard”, I can just have some fun and get on with the task at hand.

Everybody stays busy at something…..maybe some people’s way of occupying themselves is to expend some energy describing how impossible “the dream” is going to be.

“That’s HARD!!!”

Pshaw.

Zero to sixty? How about “zero to 25?” Let the line of traffic pile up behind me….it’s early and I’m doing well to just get dressed so that I can “get to” go to work.

“Time in a Bottle” Jim Croce