Accepting the Wheel

I realize morning is sacred and arrives early when I am in the energetic and up beat land of transmit energy. At these times I live in the sensory world especially responsive to the sounds in words. I am eager to start my day reading poetry. If I miss the morning for any reason I am enraged. In transmit I must have my walk but I am easily distracted. I am talkative when I run into people on the street and I lose steam mid afternoon and I need a nap or to go bed to read quietly in the dim bedroom or else I am a crabby tired monster.
In receive mode - morning is agony and waking up happens later and I can't get to the sacred space without a 3 mile walk to empty the demons. At those times writing is almost bad to do in excess because it just arms my demons with more knives and swords to stab at my psyche which is already spinning in small circles while biting its tail. At these times the post-walk-afternoon is sacred and devoted to painting.