Almost a year and a half after setting out to achieve this goal, I officially enjoy my mornings. I don’t really sip and meander and muse…but I do turn on my music with my iPhone remote before even getting out of bed. And let me tell you. There is nothing more gratifying than waking up with a song in your head (which I do every morning) and playing it without moving your head. It’s the merging of subconscious and conscious. It’s beautiful. And completely random. I never know what I’m gonna get.
Also, I like walking to work on sunny mornings. 3 years ago
The boys woke me up this morning and I was eager to go outside to let them out. It was light out, first off, and that alone can make any morning more pleasant (I’m usually up earlier than the sunrise so it doesn’t feel like morning at all). And, second, I was able to stand and watch them run and play in the yard and be the animals they want to be. Watching them be happy made me happy. 3 years ago
I am not a morning person. I am a night person. Can one enjoy both nights and mornings? Is this oxymoronic?
My mornings go something like this: I hit the snooze every 10 minutes for nearly an hour. Approaching full consciousness, I look at the time. I’m surprised by the time. “Crap! I gotta hurry,” I say. This is every morning, and it’s always the same time. I jump out of bed, the first action of a string of throwing, turning, scrubbing, tossing, yanking, pulling, zipping, grabbing, pouring, spilling, sighing, slamming, and finally running. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a deadline-driven person, but I generally think I have plenty of time to get myself somewhere until I realize I have none. And so I’m always late.
I want to test my theory that I might become a more productive person if I stretch and yawn, sip and munch, and meander and muse first. 4 years ago