Celebrating the Year of the Pig
As we grow old the ground we walk on rises up so that, as each of those few moments left to us pass by and we grow old and hair turns greyer still we move a bit more slowly. At such a speed, we can see around us more of life today and feel we understand the present more, for we have lived among the weeds and trees, from which it came. And we have much we want and need to say. But, sometimes, no one asks
As someone who’s spent nearly all of the waking years of my life with the deep understanding thatI’m not a morning person… let me be the first to say waking up early has always been an uphill f*cking battle. When I wake up, my eyes tend to have about 20 years of crust sealing them shut, and my voice has been witnessed going 7 octaves lower, possibly summoning demons against whomever decided that 5am is a good time to ask me questions about my day. Just ask my husband.
When I say that I’ve been this way my whole life, you can also ask my grandmother, who can attest to me sleeping the morning away as a child and having to rip the sheets off me in order to stir me from what was a near impenetrable slumber. All this, to say: I know that there are some people…
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