Today I woke up at 4 in the morning. (For work…) I enlisted the help of 3 different alarm clocks. When I woke up the sky was a clean slate of gray, like the sun was just opening its cycloptic eye (is this too verbose?). The birds were already chirping and squeaking and frittering. I have this news to bring back to you all: There is a concert waiting for you on your front lawn at four in the morning. And it is better than any other concert you will ever hear. The music is 100% unique, never to be recorded or repeated. Sung from God’s own instruments (birds). Its totally free. You are probably the only one who will hear it. It will set you up for your day. And… It is the best soundtrack for an epiphany you are ever going to get.

There is something very spiritual about mornings. They are a secret time of day that only a few people share. I imagine if I walked down the beach at 4 in the morning I would pass one or two people, our eyes might meet for a few seconds and a secret would skip back and forth between us. The secret is this: we are living something that burns while everyone else is sleeping! Mornings hold so much potentiol. Anything is possible in the morning. And often, if I wake up early with one big empty day ahead of me, I cant help planning things to achieve in it. If i wake up at lunch time I am already defeated.

Sometimes I sleep in until 10! Thats Six hours of Sunlight which I miss out on! It sounds like a crime. Put up the WANTED posters. Rhys Rodgers - breaking and entering, stealing 6 hours of his own life every morning and consequentially sabotaging his destiny.
I am haunted by my destiny. I feel this heavy responsibility on my shoulders. I am loaded up with “should’s”. They say: ‘Rhys, do something amazing with all the gifts inside of you (quickly)’. It is this sense of urgency inside of me that leads me to believe I may die young. Or perhaps I have so much to do that a normal sized life seems measly compared to all the things I have to squeeze into it. My number one emotion is guilt. Guilt for not living up to the standers I set for myself. If i haven’t done anything during the day, I feel restless and guilty. I want to write something, post something, draw up some plans, read some books. I want to do something so I can say, “yes, i used that day”