I was just thinkin about this this morning because it was the 4th day in a row I'd been up all night and seen the sun rise on account of my quarantine sleep schedule. I opened the curtains this morning to let in that sweet sweet sunshine, and the color of the sun on the trees and leaves reminded me of how it felt to wake up with so much energy like when I was in elementary school. The trees and leaves in my childhood home backyard had the same warmth. Back then it truly felt like every day was new. I wasn't dead on the inside yet so I actually consistently looked forward to going to school. It was an environment where I thrived academically and socially and the impostor syndrome hadn't come in yet. I still felt unconditionally loved by my family. I was still so excited for the future. what a TIME!