I know there's an alternate narrative that can be told here, the setting out on the journey, the blank slate, the open road stretching out to the distant horizon or whatever, but I don't feel that. And why? Why feel one way and not another, anyway?
I love mornings, and I want to spend that far-and-away best time of the day doing something besides being miserable in a classroom or mopping and washing dishes, but I have no other precedent. How do you build the life you want?