So, I have claimed that I was intended to write everyday, as you can see by the tattle-tale calendar, it hasn’t been so. I find that the best times (times that I make available for writing) is at work. I have time each morning sometime between 6:30 and 8:15 each morning. I am proud to say that I will be done with school soon and then all my off days I will not feel so pressed for time and thus make sure I do write each day.

The early morning sky still dark enough to hide the fine detail, yet light enough to prevent you from cracking your shin on the coffee table. The constant race against time and other drivers, even though you are never late. The inconsiderate people drinking their cup of joe, super latte espresso mix to wire them for the day, even though they understand once they get to work, the rush ends and they fight to keep their bloodshot eyes from closing.

Something I see everyday. People have become so cold, always thinking about themselves and not necessarily about their safety. Cutting corners, using the least amount of time and effort to get the job done. “It will do for now.” never gets the red flag anymore. Satisfied with mediocrity. The only one making the effort to do a good job is always overlooked and often ridiculed for being the bosses work dog. Negatives.

But after all the turmoil, after the mad rush of anger, frustration and hate, I return home, where a loving wife and two adorable children make it all worth it. With smiles that could melt through an iceberg, arms that hug tighter than the strongest vice, and words that erase the burdens of the day.

This is what I see everyday.