My morning normally goes as such: alarm goes off, press snooze at least three times (I love sleep), wake up, stumble into the shower, make coffee and an egg sandwich, and watch the news. This may sound arbitrary, but it is ever so important.
I believe it to be absolutely necessary for me to have downtime in the morning. Although I do currently have a job that stereotypically allots a busy morning (downtown 9-5 girl…more on that later), I still would rather lose a little sleep (whoa) than to pop out of bed and out the door.
I started realizing this when I was in college. On nights where it was necessary for me to climb Mount Homework, I found myself instead going to bed around 10, and purposefully waking up at 6:30am to do work before class. Sure, I would be working, but there were moments when I would sit with my huge mug of coffee and stare out the window onto the calm, strangely lifeless city street, and feel at peace. I am always more focused and alert in the morning. There’s something about the quietness at that time – for a brief moment, there is little to do but sit.
But my favorite thing is this: it is at this time of morning that we’re reminded of the color indigo; the color of a breaking point between night and day. It’s very beautiful and, even if you’re not a morning person, you should really get up to sit with it sometime.