Dreams really do come true. Keep dreaming!
According to my experience, people generally fall into two categories – morning people or night people. And for as long as I can remember, I have been a morning person. I think being born at 6:14 a.m. was the first indication that morning was going to be my time. Whatever the reason, I just know that to this day, I love waking up early (generally around 5:30 – 6:00), and knowing I have the gift of a brand new day. I haven’t used an alarm to wake up for more than 20 years and I highly recommend it for anyone who wants to wake up in a peaceful and gentle way every day. I also think it’s one of the reasons I remember my dreams so vividly, since I’m not getting jolted out of my sleep by some loud or annoying buzzing, blaring, or musical wake up noise.
To me the whole world seems quieter in the morning and when I peek out my front window, I find comfort in seeing the deserted street and the dark houses of my neighbors. I love that I’m up and enjoying the day, while a portion of the world, at least my little corner of the world is still sleeping. I savor the quiet of my home while I can, before the furnace kicks in, and my wakefulness and getting ready for work takes over. I generally wake up ready to start the day from the very moment my feet hit the floor. Most days I feel like I could tackle just about any project or task – big or small.
Before starting the pot of coffee, I head into my studio and step on the floor switch to wake up the white Christmas lights that hang above the corner windows. It doesn’t matter whether I spend it in devotion time, writing in one of my journals, or sketching out an idea that comes to mind, I am in absolute heaven just being in my studio. Almost without fail, I sip my morning cup of coffee and feelings of gratitude wash over me. Even on weekends, I still love to wake early. I especially love a Saturday morning home when I can lounge in pajamas and leisurely enjoy my morning ritual of coffee and steel-cut Irish oatmeal. I like to imagine that in retirement every day is going to feel like Saturday.
I also have a fair share of night owls in my life though. In fact, for most of her growing up years, even when she was in the womb, my daughter was a night owl. When I was pregnant with her, I can remember crawling into bed at around 10:30 or 11:00 at night and almost without fail, that is when she would start kicking. And to prove my case about birth times, my little one was born, not surprisingly, in the middle of the afternoon.
Being a morning person, I’ve always been rather talkative in the morning. Being a night person, my daughter was definitely more talkative at night. I can still remember many after school phone calls when she called me at work to check in and she’d ask me to repeat whatever it was I had told her in the morning. All she could remember was my talking, but she had no idea what I had said. That used to just crack me up. Then as she became a teenager, her favorite time to talk would be either when I was getting ready for bed or when I was already in bed. She’d be chatting away and I would be doing my best to stay awake, oftentimes nodding off in the middle of her story. Until I’d hear her ask, “Mom, did you fall asleep?” And of course, I had. We used to even joke that I had ‘Mom” hours that were from 6:00 a.m. – 10:00 p.m.
So if you are a morning person reading this post today and it’s before noon, “Good Morning Sunshine!”
And if you are a night owl reading this post and it’s before noon, a gentle good morning to you. Maybe you should consider checking back later, especially if you find yourself remembering that I wrote something, only you’re just not sure what I said.