Thoughts.

Early mornings are the playground for unhinged thoughts.

They pour into my mind at the sound of my first alarm like kids sprinting to the swing set with the ring of recess’ bell. I don’t want to be a awake, but they don’t really care. These thoughts demand my attention before they can leave. If I write them here, they’ll allow my mind a few minutes of rest before my family awakes.

The thoughts scream:

I see a curve coming in my path forward and I need to be prepared and brave enough to take it.
I’ve got to take control of my health and eating habits.
I need to get on top of my work and check on my team.
I have no clue what I’m wearing to my sister’s bachelorette party in two weeks.

How do we get rid of these flies in the house.
There is no food in the house.
These are the loudest and most unruly thoughts.

I pause to see if this will suffice. It’s not enough. I’m fully awake, deep into the clutter and chaos of thoughts. Damn it.