Prompt for December 27: Ordinary Joy. Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year?
Morning people get a bad rap. It is as if they are a misfit group that no one really understands. When I tell people how early I like to get up, they recoil in shock. Like something must be wrong with me. The idea of sleeping in makes my skin crawl. The morning is such a precious time, I would just hate to waste it away.
I have always been an early riser. Even as a teenager, it would be rare for me to sleep in past 7 a.m. I love getting up early. To me, the earlier the better. In the early morning, the phone is not ringing, no one is bothering me. Quiet. The day holds so much potential. I rise early to attend my 6 a.m. gym class, get back to sip my coffee, read my emails, watch the Today Show, have breakfast, write my blog posts. Calm.
After Kate was born, I quickly devised a way to incorporate her into my morning ritual so that I could still keep it my time while also entertain Kate. Turns out, she is a good morning person, too. She sits at the table with me while I eat my breakfast, we watch the Today Show, look over the morning paper. She plays in her exersaucer while I get ready for the day.
I go to sleep at night looking forward to the next morning. I am truly at my best in the A.M. There is nothing special about what I do. It is just an ordinary morning which will start an ordinary day. But to me, it is the best part of the day. When I do my best thinking, when everything that plagued me the night before seems much clearer.
My morning rituals are sacred. It is my alone time, when I plan out my day. In the morning I take my time to sort myself out. Mornings make me so energized that I feel like I can accomplish anything. Mornings are my ordinary joy.