My rustled thoughts stirred, lamenting times outside my reach. Groggy, I wonder if this early morning encounter has come too soon. The sky is still dark.

My swirling thoughts, already waltzing through the hallways of my inner dwellings, made themselves clear: Ready or not, they have already started.

Turning left, I look back on messy, turbulent times, yearning for choices no longer offered.

Why do the most shadowed regrets surface most when daylight hours refuse to be known?

The time is now to write my way through it.

I step over the muddled guilt, brush through the cobwebs of shame.

I walk toward the cherished memories that long for light.

Perfect moments are filled with the kind of laughter that bubbles over, filling the mind and soul with delight.

The melody beckons my soul with both comfort and joy.

The deep belly adventures shared with my children, my grandchildren, mama, my siblings, and the friends who feel like family are my most cherished, the most savored memories.

Quiet times should be honored, but louder moments deserve glory too.

Shared laughter and noise from connection and celebration are so exhilarating, so liberating.

In this moment, I choose to linger here.

Flickers of light draw me in, gently nudging me toward the brighter day rising through my bedroom curtains.

Oh, how sweet it is to…

Write my way through it.