5 am soul milk

The urgency is similar to needing to feed a baby, only with the nagging awareness that there is no baby to feed (yet) and that perhaps you should try to go back to sleep after all. But popping out of bed at 5 am has it's up sides, like feeling profoundly alone in the universe. By 6:30 the up side becomes the awareness of how much you want the loved ones on Facebook to stop by for a visit, or the ones in the house, upstairs, to wake up already!

The desire to blur lines between somethings finds a happy home at 5 am. And then love calls.

So now, what to actually write about. . .

Planning to have a baby? Planning to climb ladders and paint old houses for a living? Planning to visit less than friendly parents of your partner?

All distinct somethings, that no matter how fluid the decisions are that bring them about, undeniably not only point to something, but define it and harden it into a more solid form. And the risks of denying that solidity are too great--lack of appreciation, lack of caution, lack of righteous fear.