my time.

1:31am.

I have friends and family that love to be the first ones up. They love the quiet time. Early in the morning.

Me? I prefer my quiet time very late in the night. It’s 1:31am. My house is quiet. Everyone is asleep but me.

It’s just me and the sound of 2 different clocks. That would bother some people. But they are special clocks to me. One belonged to my grandmother. It chimes. I love it. The other belonged to my lss before they had to close. I got the privilege of customizing it while it hung in the store. She was kind enough to give it to me when she closed the doors. I love it, too.

Special.

It’s a special time of night for me. Sometimes I create. Sometimes I read my bible. Sometimes I watch tv. Sometimes I create while I talk to the Lord.

Sometimes I go to bed because I’m exhausted by 1:31am. Most nights I have to force myself to go to bed. Looks like this is one of those nights.

Not sure why I felt the need to post this. I know I haven’t posted anything in a long time. But I have been busy. With school. With church. With life.

I don’t journal but this just felt like the right thing to do.

At 1:31am.

Good night.