As a big sister, this is a really hard thing to write:

My brother was right.

For years I questioned why my younger brother would get up an hour or more before he had to, just to have some sort of slow entry into the day. He would move from his room into the living room, bundled up in a blanket, to watch sports or a comedy show. It was known to not talk to him for that first part of the morning. At best you would get silence, at worst a glare and several growling sounds. I am not a morning person either, so I questioned why he didn’t follow my pattern: wake up at the last possible minute to get in all the sleep possible.

It has been years since my brother and I lived under the same roof, and over the past few years, I have adopted his morning routine for my own. I set the alarm about an hour and a half before I need to be out the door (or lately on a Zoom). I hit snooze a few times while also listening to a short news podcast. Then I wander out to get breakfast, which I’ll eat while watching some comedian on YouTube find ways to make a pandemic and economic disaster funny. After about 30 minutes, I’m ready for a shower, fresh clothes, and whatever else is needed to get going. Under Covid-19, that means shifting into the living room so I have a physical separation between work and rest.

So today’s blog is to recognize something that is rarely true, or at least that I will rarely admit to being true:

My brother was right.

And while I’m on a little roll:

My brother can beat me at any video game.

Alright, I think that covers birthday and Christmas gifts for a few years. ❤

“We are the spark, that will light the fire that’ll burn the First Order down” (Poe Dameron, Star Wars: The Last Jedi). – #52sparks is my year-long writing series for 2020, based on an art prompt challenge. The spark that lights a fire to toast a marshmallow or to ravage a forest begins in the space of an inch. This series is to explore what hundreds of inches and words can do.