Mornings aren't always my best friend...

I don't do mornings well-especially the span of time walking from my car in the far-away parking lot to my sixth-floor office. I start thinking, then it gets sad...lonely. Every morning I go through the shock of growing up all over again. What would I do different if I could go back to high school...or at least college? Could I do it differently? Why am I thinking about this? Looking back neever gets us anywhere...but short of what we could reach ahead.

Time to work...
Be blessed today,
Jezz