I asked him to set my alarm for 3:30 AM as I kissed him goodnight and climbed into bed.
“So early?” he asked about both my early bed time and the devilish hour I had chosen to get up.
“I have work I need to do,” I explained. “There are not enough hours available in a regular day.”
A REGULAR DAY….
The truth is that I don’t think I could have picked a more challenging career for myself. It’s not that my job is hard or impossible to manage. Photographer, being a photographer is not hard. There are even some days I think it is too easy. Those are the days I am not trying, or at least that is what I am telling myself now, at three o’clock in the morning.
I did not need the alarm to wake up. My eyes opened to a heart that was already racing. My mind skipped ahead too, fast enough to recall all the reasons I am getting up, while letting go of the dreams I had been having. I was on the edge of dream when I let go of it. It went like this…