8:07 AM

I have decided that my favorite time of the day is 8:07 AM.

But it has to be 8:07 AM during the Spring and Summer. Come the time change in the Fall and Winter, I am sure I will equally love 7:07 AM.

I discovered that if I sit on my balcony in the left seat of the loveseat, at 8:07 AM exactly, the sun will rise just enough to break through the tall buildings, sneak through the only gap in the trees, and then engulf me in her warm, golden embrace.

My husband has left for work already and I am still enjoying the coffee we were sharing together on the balcony. I have moved over to his seat and plopped my little Yorkie next to me. Our Pitbull is laying down at my feet and I am enjoying the last quiet moments before I begin my day. My coffee is going cold but I don't care because I can't stop soaking in everything around me, this life I had long dreamed for.

I am existing in a dream a past version of me had once had.

My husband and I wake up earlier so we can take our time in the mornings. I know it is good for our nervous system and sets a softer tone for our day. We have done it. My husband and I have made it. Myself and all the past versions of me have made it.

We made it to 8:07 AM in the Spring on my balcony in Sacramento.

I have come to soak up every good moment as it comes, because there was once a version of me that fought so hard for it. Once, I was trying to speed through life to get to the newest desire I had dreamed up and for so long, I missed out on so much I was meant to embrace.

The last few months have been nothing short of exciting. Huge steps in my current career. Moving cities. Major steps towards my dreams. Family and friends visiting. And so much more! I am a sucker for a big exciting thing.

To a fault, actually.

I crave the rush of taking a big step forward. I desire something thrilling to announce to the world. A day when nothing new is happening, I have struggled to feel like I am failing or not progressing forward.

Until 8:07 AM one day in April of 2025.

When the sun held my face so gently, I realized that this was the most exciting my life had ever been.

A slow morning with the love of my life. Us both in jobs we feel stable in and enjoy. Our fur babies happy and healthy. Just coming off a weekend seeing family. Sleeping in a home we love to then wake up and have coffee on our balcony I had just finished decorating so we could enjoy the nice weather. With a sweet kiss goodbye and my husband going on his way, I am left to enjoy a moment to myself.

8:07 AM.

When I understood that all of this, the peace, the success, the stability and opportunities for more in our life- all of this was wrapped up into 8:07 AM when the sun embraces me for exactly three minutes before she is off behind more trees.

I could paint a picture for you of the trials and pains we had walked through. I could make you feel the agony we had experienced. But why would I do that when I am sure you can recall times like that in your own life. We are all on this same journey that exists with moments that create a parallel pain.

So, I will say this:

The journey was hard and torturous. But so worth it. Because my most darkest of days, when I saw no way out, have been overcome by the sun at 8:07 AM.