So I became a morning person this year.
I’ve always kind of been a morning person–I wake up, and I’m there, ready, boom. I don’t have coffee cups that say, “Don’t talk to me until I refill this,” or whatever. How I feel when I wake up is as good as it gets all day.
But I’ve started getting up at five.
All right, wait. To be fair–I’m not always bright and chipper immediately at five a.m. I am at eight–I can start talking from a deep sleep at eight a.m. The sun’s up. The birds are singing. The world’s alive. Five a.m. is harder. I get up, more precisely I guess, at 5:08 or so. Before the husband’s alarm at ten after, but just barely.
I get up at five because it’s my time–or rather, because Husband gets up, too, it’s our time. The kids are asleep. The world’s sort of waking up, but not very much.
On the best mornings, I hit all the points of my routine on time. Please let me know if this is insane:
- 5:00 – weigh in, change into workout clothes, get the dogs ready.
- 5:20 – meet Husband in kitchen, walk the dogs.
- 5:35 – drop the dogs off at the house, continue walk with Husband.
- 6:00 – return home, hydrate, go do bodyweight while he gets ready for work.
- 6:25 – unload the dishwasher, make and drink a smoothie
- 6:40 – go upstairs, shower and get ready
- 6:55 – in the Warren to pray and do Bible study
- 7:30 – attend super secret meeting on Zoom.
I like my routine. Husband and I walk 2.3 miles by going up and down our street, and the streets one block over on either side. We’re never more than two and a half blocks from home. And the world is this electric purple at five a.m.–streetlights and moonlight and dawn and shadows all play together; down by the hospital, it’s like a baseball field from my childhood. Hard to explain.
There’s something to doing push-ups and insisting to one’s self that yes, five more! Five more! as the sun comes up. There’s an amazing feeling in taking six thousand steps before seven a.m.–just as there’s a feeling of utter disappointment to not hit ten thousand naturally, which has happened before!
There’s something to saying, “This is what makes a morning The Best. And this is what it takes to accomplish it.” And, to letting one’s self have Great Mornings, and Good Mornings, too.
Great mornings, not as frequent but certainly unavoidable, hit four or more–unload the dishwasher, eat breakfast, get ready, pray and do Bible study.
Good mornings, rare as they are, are getting out of bed and confronting the day on whatever schedule and slant is needed to do the next right thing.
What is your morning routine? Are things totally out of whack in the summer, the school year? Who, of you, are early birds getting that worm?