When I was younger, it went like this:
Wake up at 5:50 am, be out of the shower by 6:00 am, put on my clothes for the day that were pre-picked from the night before, and check my watch as if I was running a marathon – did I finish by 6:04 or was I late with a final time score of 6:06?
Regardless of my time triumph or failure, one thing became clear to me all the way back then: my mind enjoys working in the morning.
Some could say it is genetic; Was it passed down from my father who wakes up at 4:00 am everyday to do business or did I just skip out on my mother’s gene, her ideal wake up time being past 9:00 am?
Regardless of where it stems or comes from, my mind in the first hour upon awakening is my favorite version of myself.
If my alarm goes off at 6:30 am, I am upstairs pouring myself some coffee at 6:32.
My optimal time to wake up is right before sunrise, when everything is melodically black and then, as I take my first few sips of coffee after waiting ten minutes to the minute for it to cool down to sipping temperature, I awake with the sun. I mimic the sun, I parallel it.
I suppose, in that sense, I enjoy waking up with nature.
And what do I do in that first hour of morning where no one is awake and it is just me on my couch – my mind turning and turning and turning?
I wish I could say I read or meditate or even do some yoga. In all honesty, I work. I am deep in social media or writing a post. I do have rules though. I don’t plunge into the world of emails until after I have my breakfast (an hour after I wake up – two eggs over medium and a smoothie, every morning, without fail). In my first hour of each day, I lend myself to the more creative fields of my work: aesthetics (social media) and writing (REVUE).
Once I eat my two eggs over medium and slurp down my daily smoothie, I then go into work mode and reference my gurthy list of reminders that I had jotted down in my phone the very night before; Right as I was about to go to sleep it all came to me – my entire next day’s load – and I grabbed my phone and spewed it all out so that when I woke up, I could have direction. I would have direction. I do have direction.
Anyways, there is nothing so still as a sunrise, nothing so refreshing as awakening when the sun awakens. Is it a spiritual experience? Sure. Is it a coping mechanism? Definitely.
Sometimes, I go to bed with excitement to wake up! I want that first sip of coffee to replay in my life over and over and over again. That first realization that the sun is laying its rays over my apartment, filling it with a golden, quiet hue. The quiet instant in which I am grateful for another day – another moment, another morning. The moment I look over my page and realize I have written faster than my mind expected and words have formulated and I hope people read them.
To mornings: you are subtle but powerful, quiet yet loud.
If only the thoughts in my head that sprout and blossom in the morning could stick around for the rest of the day. For once the sun climbs up the sky just enough for those around to awake, my mind no longer belongs to the morning.
**Featured Image by Evie Cahir, taken from Tumblr.