The Gift of Early Mornings
Our society values late evenings far more than early mornings. I can tell my friends that I stayed until 2 a.m. and no one would think it strange. If I tell them that I want to wake up at 4:30 on a Sunday morning, they look at me like I am insane.
Is this not curious? Why do we hold the evening so much dearer than the morning?
From time to time, I do an exercise in thankfulness. I keep a mental note of all the things I am thankful for throughout the day and review them before going to bed. Whenever I do this exercise, I notice something: The further the day progresses, the fewer reasons I find to be thankful. Is it just me, or do other experience the same phenomenon?
Maybe the reason is the lack of personal time in the morning? The alarm rings, and we rush through breakfast and the morning toilet to get to work on time. But that is just a question of timing. It is not that hard to get up one hour earlier, one hour of personal time before the daily treadmill begins. It might just be worth it!
This morning, I took a walk in the marshes. If nothing else, then witnessing the sunrise over the misty fields and the flights of geese overhead alone was worth getting out of bed.