What do you unintentionally deprive yourself of?
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I discovered something about myself as I sat down to have my coffee and do my reading and meditation this morning in the cool, Arizona winter, desert air. Mornings are my favorite time of day, as most of you know well by now. When I mean favorite, I mean I already have plans not to die until after about 10 o’clock in the morning on my last day, just so I get one last sunrise, capuccino and peaceful morning experience. I go to bed each night already giddy about waking up to experience another morning. Sometimes I find myself disappointed by early afternoon and wanting the day to end, just so I can have another morning. Get it? I love the mornings! So how on earth is it possible I deprived myself of more mornings than I can count? Why would I deprive myself of something I love this much by getting drunk the night before?