When I stay awake (writing) during a night like this one, chances are I’d be up just a bit late the morning after. This means I would start (freelance) work late and thus either accomplish less or extend work hours a bit to accomplish a satisfying amount of work for the day. I hate getting up late. It’s ’cause I love mornings, especially 6am and the minutes before it. Fresh and inviting. But late nights are inviting as well. They are silent and deep. Unlike mornings which invite you to seize the challenges you see — like your high intensity workout, chores to breeze through and deliverables to write, edit, and proof — midnights beckon you to wrestle with the monsters in your head and the entanglements of your heart.