There is one thing that the sun represents to me every day to which I continually aspire. There is no hesitation at the starting gate. Every day, without fail, the hour comes, the moment comes, and up it rises indomitably, unapologetically, no questions asked.
I wish I could master the consistency of the sun. I might even settle for the consistency of our dogs. Every morning they explode out the door with full immersion into the day, rain or shine.
I, on the other hand, have been messing around at the starting gate. When it comes to "get up and go," I have pushed myself to master the get up part, but the "go" has some bad days.
Maybe periods of idle anticipation are a necessary part of our imperfect human lives. Horses stomp their feet and pace in circles, cars rev their engines in preparation, and people mill around in their houses making lists, taking out the trash, and finding just one more thing. All are making ready, in one way or another, to dive into the race.
Time to get going.
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