Maybe it's the oddity of having slept in an extra hour, until 6. Or maybe it's the phase of the moon and alignment of the planets. Or the fact that I bought coffee this morning instead of making it...
but I feel wildly optimistic about making giant leaps of accomplishment over the next week and a half--with a running start, like puddle jumping--over huge, deep, murky Minnesota puddles. I feel myself flying mid-air...through the gray sky of motivation.
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