Seven Degrees Left of Center

Early mornings don’t promise answers. They make space.

I was up early again this morning.
Not because I had a plan. Just because I woke up and stayed there.

Before the worries of the day take hold, there’s a small window where nothing is asking for attention yet. No noise. No urgency. Just quiet and a little room to stretch out mentally.

Early mornings don’t promise answers. They just make space.

After the brain tumor and the long recovery, thinking doesn’t happen on autopilot anymore. I have to ease into it. These mornings give me time to relax before the day clamps down, to let my thoughts wander around and see what still works.

It’s not meditation, exactly.
More like sitting still with a keyboard and waiting for the system to boot.

And this morning, I can feel it. The gears are turning. Thoughts are lining up. Ideas are bumping into each other in useful ways. Nothing profound yet, but the engine’s running smooth.

This feels like a good brain day.
I like good brain days.
I’ll take one whenever they show up.