A Better Morning

For the past couple of years, I was not having good mornings.

I’ve never been a morning person to begin with—I’ll rise, but don’t ask me to shine until I’ve had my tea. Still, there were times when I had a lot to look forward to in a day, like when I was working with one of the top women’s magazines in the country, or when I was writing books for some pretty big-name publishers. I was healthy, as were my family members, and I didn’t take that for granted. My mornings, as well as my days and my life, were very good.