This morning I woke up at 4:00. Eleanor was crying and wanted to nurse which rarely happens now that she’s a year and a half. I went to bed early for me last night, so I suppose my body was ready to be done sleeping after I got her back in the bed.
I find that when I get up early it helps me to start brewing some coffee and read a Psalm first thing. I like Psalms because they are so uplifting. I love starting my day with encouragement. It helps me do my best concentrated work.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
Psalm 1:3, KJV
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall
not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Nursing and journaling are not a good combination for good handwriting. 
The cute culprit of my early morning. 
This is what it looks like when I try to do All The Things.
You see, I’ve been trying to set up this website/blog for about 6 months. It hasn’t progressed mainly because of my fear of failure/imperfectionism. I have been chipping away at it for about a week now with much frustration and little success. This morning, however, I was able to figure out a front page layout that I love. It feels like me. I still have a lot to do, but that small win has given me momentum.
After everyone began to wake, the momentum began to fade. Throughout the day, I can find moments to concentrate but it’s nothing like that early morning time. Most of my day is consumed with momming. As it should. (Eleanor is currently crying on me as I write.)
All of this is to say I do my best thinking in the morning. In the quiet. And I need to remember that more often.
Rebecca Grimmer 