March 2, 2011
Sifting. Not quite awake, no longer truly asleep. That was when I did my best writing in this space, when I was sifting through the layers of consciousness, of my life, and of meaning. I want to figure out how to do that again. Early morning on the train used to be the perfect time – I wasn’t really awake those first twenty minutes most days. Now, I think it would mean either writing late at night, full of impacts from the day, or getting up earlier to write before really starting the day’s process. Neither sounds terribly appealing to me.