By definition, trying not to flounder means struggling not to struggle. Far too much to wrap my insufficiently caffeinated brain around.

If I were to say I flounder with one thing in life consistently, it’s getting up in the morning.

I actually shocked myself one day not too long ago—I’m going to say it’s been a few weeks now—when I woke up and realized there was something I needed to do, and I sat up and put my slippers on without even thinking about it.

That never happens!

Okay, it happens once.

But you get what I mean.

Is that how early risers do it every day?

Seriously, I want to know.

My dear friend Dar is the founder of a new February prompt called Floundering February! Here’s the link. Check it out and join in. It’s fun!