To eat breakfast in the morning, at a table adjacent to my husband, before I leave for work, without being late to the office (mostly).
In a small but significant way, I’m finally learning how to show up for the day, coffee already downed.
And if this isn’t me conquering fear, I don’t know what is, but morning has finally become my friend.
(I think the promise of pumpkin butter over an English muffin has helped.)
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