Before the dawn (of the first project of the day)
I love the time before 8 a.m.-ish when I am in the office by myself.
It gives me hope that everyone else will call off and just leave me to play by myself. No meetings, no demands other than the ones I’ve placed upon myself, no looks/comments/questions I have to either interpret or not react (too visibly) to.
It’s the time when I know what needs to be done … before the onslaught of surprises hits me like a freight train and derails my plans.
It’s when I anticipate the pleasant surprises, too, that pop up throughout the day. And when the day is still full of the promise of becoming the best day ever.
Hell, at this hour, it starts off as the best day ever. May it continue for as long as it can …