Most mornings, my body wakes me up before my alarm… 4:58 a.m. Or maybe 4:59. Ping. After so many years of following a formula, it’s become a wise habit. Even if it’s Sunday and my teen woke me up at midnight making a bowl of cereal, my body is up. My body knows that waking up early helps me untangle my day.

It’s dark now when I wake, the last few mornings lit by the full moon, and I tiptoe out of bed to find my way to the espresso machine, my

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