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I'm always surprised when friends tell me they think I'm a morning person. I fear these friends don't know me at all. It's true that I wake up at a timely hour. I drink water. I get outside to walk the dog. But I hate mornings, because they are the start to a recurring problem. It's the same problem confronted by much of humanity at this particular moment in history. Which is, the things I want to spend my day doing (expanding the limits of human creativity, making memories with loved ones, lollygagging on the beach) do not match up with the things I actually spend my day doing (emailing, scrolling, waiting on hold for customer service). Every morning, the disconnect repeats itself. How to close this gap between aspiration and reality?
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