When it’s still dark, when the cars are still asleep in their spots, when the house is quiet(well, as quiet as this 110 year old creaky Victorian gets), when the birds are just about to sing it out, when the sun’s alarm hasn’t even gone off yet, I love to get out of bed and start it up.
I’ve always been a morning person. Course, this means that I’m not a night person. In fact, after I eat dinner, I’m pretty much calling it (although I can totally get myself up for a night out if that’s what the plan is, but it’s not when I naturally come to life). I like the beginning of the day, the brand newness of it, the slow start, the possibility. I like when there’s time to collect my thoughts and set my intentions before the schedule hits, the dog barks, the kids start yelping about missing jerseys and unlaundered jeans, and empty cereal boxes. I like the time before the paper arrives, and I can give Riley a cuddle and get lost in his furry face, and I can hug my coffee cup in silence. I cherish a sunrise, when the sky lights up in a free public display of beauty, mixing reds and pinks and blues and whites, before the full on light announces the official start of brand new spanking 24 hours. I feel sorry for the sleepy heads who miss this daily art exhibit just outside their windows.
I get stuff done. Sometimes I clean the kitchen really well, or attack a project I’m not excited about doing. It’s a good time for me to get work done, or to write. I only exercise in the morning. It’s not an option later in the day. If I don’t do it in the A.M., there’s little chance I’ll do it at all. Sometimes I have to do something in the morning and I can’t exercise and I start the little game of , “I’ll go right after this,” in which I lose to my opponent called “I’ll go tomorrow.” This is annoying, and as I’ve gotten older, I don’t play as much, because guess what–I never win.
I like to hit the Huffington Post and see what might have happened during the night. I like to scan the headlines and see what’s cooking in the world, see what is new in “style,” “entertainment,” “comedy” and “health.” What’s a day without a good celebrity scandal? Really, WHAT?
I recognize that not everybody is a morning person like I am. In fact, I gave birth to the president of the “Hater of Morning” fan club. Her name is Ally and just be happy you don’t have to live with her.
I am grateful to have 7 mornings every week in which I get to visit with the world by myself. It doesn’t cost a penny. It’s pretty. And it gives a nice start to my day.
*the gratitude-a-thon 