Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Enjoy the Morning


I realize that I am in the minority when I say that I just love the mornings. Perhaps the others don’t like mornings because they don’t particularly like their jobs. Some dread the commute to work. Maybe they don’t like mornings because they didn’t get as much sleep as they had wanted to or it could have been less than a restful sleep. Whatever the reason, I think they are missing out on one of the best things that life has to offer.

There is nothing better than that first breath of air that has been unsullied by factories, car exhaust and the noise of a million people going about their daily business. You can hear so much clearer when all of the traffic noise is at a minimum, but the best part is that there really isn’t a lot to hear. The dew is clinging to the grass and on particular mornings you can actually see footprints of those that have walked across a lawn.
 
Mornings are filled with possibilities. You just don’t know where that first step out the door will lead. Will you have an adventure today? Will you meet someone who is absolutely amazing? Maybe you will buy that winning lottery ticket, or help someone just because you can. Will this be your last day on earth? Will it be the first day that you find yourself? Just about anything is possible and without a doubt, you will have some kind of experience.


Most likely for me, I will start the day walking Buster. He will be busy doing his business and I will be busy watching others go about their business. We will both get to start the day with a little exercise and one of us will have left his mark on the world.

I don’t know if mornings are magic, but in my experience time slows down in the morning. You can get more things done between six and nine than you can for the rest of the day. My grandmother was an early riser; I suppose that she had to be raising three active kids by herself in the thirties. I wish I had known her then. Gram used to start banging the pots like drums at 7:00 every morning at the cottage calling out “WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Half the day is gone!”
 
If someone ever discovers time travel, I won’t go back to see any great historic happenings. Most of those involved bloodshed and innocents being hurt in some way. No, I would go back and get to know my grandmother, father, mother and all of the other relatives that I only knew as a child. Oh, I’d make a few investments too.

This week I have been working at the Post office for a full eight hours every day. In all of the time I worked at the Post Office I rarely worked an eight hour shift. I don’t mind telling you that I am more than a trifle tired by the time I get home. I have been working zero hours a day for the last number of years and this whole working thing takes a little getting used to. I figure that by the time the end of the week rolls around, my body will have acclimatized and I will have no trouble putting in the time.

It will be nice when the week is over. I will be able to decide to get up and enjoy the morning, rather than to have to get up and enjoy the morning.


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