Most mornings I’m awake well before the sun even thinks of getting up. When I’m at Girls’ Camp I even manage to do this without the aid of an alarm clock.
Most mornings I love listening to the world wake up. Even traffic sounds different in the morning than at night. There seems to be a hushed quality to it. I know. Crazy.
Most mornings I love watching the sky change colors. No two mornings are ever the same. Some are cloudy and as the sun rises it burns through in sections giving just a peek at the day ahead. Some have just a touch of puffy clouds allowing the sun to create something better than a silver lining, a gold lining, as it rises. Other mornings there is just a bit of mist around some of the fields giving an ethereal stopped-in-time quality to the moment. They’re just never the same. It’s awesome.
Most mornings I get a chance to read, or work on files, catch up some work, plan seating diagrams, go grocery shopping… take your pick …all by 8am. I am indeed the most productive in the morning.
NOT THIS morning. THIS morning I was tired. THIS morning the alarm went funky in the middle of night and went off at 3:30am instead of 5:00. So THIS morning was more like, “DANG it!” and “What the heck?!” Then once I got things going for everyone else, I tried to catch a few more Zs. Because THIS morning? This morning I didn’t want to be a morning person.