What gets me out of bed in the morning is…
What gets me out of bed in the morning is a million tiny things. I get up in the mornings for that first sip of coffee with just the right amount of creamer. For those wide grins on friends faces when I crack the stupidest jokes. For the way the sunlight falls through new leaves and the feeling of flower petals against my fingertips. I get up for the slightly manic feeling of painting something bigger than I am with brushstrokes that move the whole body. For the singing along badly to songs in the car. I get up every day not because it’s always easy, but because somewhere out there there is something small that I know I want to see happen and I refuse to miss it.