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Through the Looking-Glass of Ink: My Journey as a Storyteller
Friday Flow 6/9/23
Every morning presents a choice. It’s another day to begin again. The question is, will you make your bed and start the day on a positive note, or hit the snooze button and let your dreams dissolve in slumber?
I find myself in this perpetual tug-o-war. This isn’t a consequence of life’s grind but rather the relentless pursuit to climb out of life’s deepest pits. It’s reminiscent of what I experienced in the Marine Corps. We were trained to place ourselves in positions where the only available option was to rise to the level of our training. Seen in this light, life takes on a certain significance.
After all, if things go off the path, the only person to blame is yourself.
One of my favorite routines is sitting silently in the morning, nursing a cup of coffee. This quiet ritual has a peculiar beauty — it lends a certain charm to aging, making each day feel like a victory even while the rest of the world still slumbers. Time seems to slow down, and it’s the only moment I can truly call my own, unburdened by the usual distractions.
Distractions can infiltrate even the most guarded mind, which might explain the occasional inconsistency in my writing. But I’ve discovered a remedy — interspersing my mornings with…
