This is actually such an appropriate topic for me. Last week, I changed jobs. I used to work noon to 10, and I now work 8-4:30. Talk about a culture shock! I get up at 6 a.m., and it isn’t even light yet. I believe that every morning so far, I’ve made a comment about getting up in the middle of the night. Over my 4 day weekend, I made an effort to get up no later than 7. I’m not a good sleeper, and I try to keep a schedule as close as possible.
One morning, I had to leave extra early, which I was less than pleased about, and I got to see a beautiful sunrise, which reminded me that there’s always something to be grateful for. This isn’t that sunrise, but it’s still pretty.