5:10 a.m., my alarm goes off.
I wake up with six hours of sleep and put on my gym clothes. It’s cold and dark, but here I go, getting a jump on the day.
In life, some days are good and some are bad; some are meaningful, others are just horrible. But most days are the same. Most days are mundane, where not much out of the ordinary happens. These are the days in which my life is formed.
I remember missing school once or twice as a child and joining my mom on some errands. I remember being entirely captivated watching the color of the sky through my car window as she drove us from errand to…