In the morning...

On my walk to the train station at 4am this morning, I got a sneak peek of a slumbering Fargo. I saw a few cars and a street sweeper operator and I saluted one another, but for the most part the town was nascent. Stop lights blinked up yellow and red up and down empty streets and the cool morning air quickly wiped sleep from my face. In the stillness I took a moment to pray, realizing I had neglected my morning ritual for two days in a row.

From the comfort of my home and my daily routine I can easily make time for the things that matter to me. In fact, I've carved their place into my day strategically. But when I'm on the road this becomes harder to do. Out of my comfort zone I get easily distracted, easily flummoxed, before I find myself in strange, unfamiliar territory.

I am excited (so excited) to move to Grand Forks. Teresa and I spent the weekend settling in to our new home and now I'm at the Amtrak station awaiting a train that will certainly come eventually to take me back to St. Paul. Back to a place that already feels different.

But I would be lying if I didn't cop to being scared. Change, on most levels, has this affect on me. On a grander level like moving states, it is more readily seen. In these moments, these times of feeling and afraid and not knowing, I need to work on being more vigilant in how much I let myself get rattled. I reckon I'll figure that out one day - but for now, I'm just grateful to have seen the stillness of a town and a moment I would otherwise have missed.