This morning started early.
I’m not celebrating Easter, but the atmosphere around me made me feel a bit excited. My hostel is next to a big church where people come for the morning or afternoon worship session. They sang hymns. the melody sounded grand.
I’m not sure what I’m writing about. I’m just thinking I should at least write something. I have made a promise to myself that I will spend 20 minutes every day for writing. I need to make it into a daily practice routine.
Right now I’m feeling really sleepy.