Fried Eggs & Toast With Peach Jam

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

Fried Eggs & Toast With Peach Jam

7/17/2015

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My husband woke me with his snoring at a little after three this morning. I tossed and turned for almost an hour in an attempt to go back to sleep before finally giving up and coming downstairs to make breakfast. My head was full of nonsense-thoughts popping like hot popcorn in a microwave bag as I quietly ate my fried eggs and toast with peach jam (...my favorite). Jack, our nine-year-old Cocker Spaniel sat at my feet patiently waiting for me to share part of my breakfast. He wasn't disappointed, as I gave him the last few bites of toast.

Even though I'm normally sleeping at this hour, it is one of my favorite times of day. The whole world feels so very still and since my brain is not fully awake it too seems to be on board with this star-filled lull in the day. No thoughts that are particularly pressing, no worries holding me in their grip, just haphazard flotsam caught in bits of grey matter.That peace is a welcome respite to the normal bustling activity and noise overload that accompanies much of my waking hours.

I hear the gently tick-tocking of the clock in the living room and the barely audible hum of the refrigerator, loving the calm way it makes me feel. My four a.m. thoughts are scattered about in my mind, the only thing they have in common is their utter randomness. There is an honesty to that I find refreshing and it makes me smile. No overthinking, just letting them come and go in my head as my hand pens words to a page on sleepy auto-pilot. The weekend will be here wide awake soon enough. For now, I savor the tranquility of this moment.

Here's hoping that you spend your weekend making good memories.

Love,
A.

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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