Musings on Mornings

"The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night." Henry David Thoreau 

I resisted it for years, but I'm finally starting to turn into a morning person.   I'm not a person who does well with being rushed, and for too long my mornings have been just that, a frantic "scramble out of bed and toss clothes on while brushing hair while feeding cat while losing hairbrush."  While it gets me to work on time, it does little for my mood, or for the rest of the day.

By contrast, if I get up at, say, 6:00, I've got some time to drink coffee, play on the computer, and get awake and ready for the day to hit.  Not to mention the pleasures of seeing the early-morning sun on the trees across the valley, listening to the birds waking up, and all those poetic sorts of things.

Plus, days are longer this way, which means I can get more done.   Since there are certain things that must be done each day, and those always take roughly the same amount of time, waking earlier gives me the chance to get some of those knocked out of the way, leaving more time for things I actually enjoy.

Now, I'm not promising that I'll ever be one of those chipper people who bounds out of bed with a "YIPPEE, it's morning!!!".  For me, that comes after giving the alarm clock a choice couple of words, working the coffee pot on autopilot, and yawning myself awake under a shower.   I'm still a slow waker, which probably puts me out of the running as a true "morning person" - but at least it's happening earlier in the day now, which must count for something, yes?

~Zahrah