Why do we wake in the morning? Is it because God really gave us another day to live?, or is because the kids woke us up from a deep sleep and God hasn’t decided yet to leave us to a permanent sleep.
I wake up, all my days pondering that very thought, especially with my youngest, being only 2 years old, wakes up before I do. It’s a brand new day, and in my head, I’m already thinking about the afternoon. But what I do know is, that I will be indoors, mainly contemplating what my week would be like, if I wasn’t the extreme introvert…but, in no way am I ashamed of who I am, I do think often, if along the way throughout life, would I have turned out different, if particular situations would have played out differently.