Slow Mornings

My favorite way to start the day.

I recognize it is past 11am already and you must be thinking I’m over here having aΒ really slow morning, sipping on coffee for hours and hours. Don’t put it past me…there are days I do that and even more days I wish I could. But, truth be told, I work a rotating shift and I’ve only been awake for about an hour so far today. And, frankly, I’m not very interested in leaving this cozy spot on my couch, my sweatpants, or my mug of coffee to start getting ready for work just yet. So, here we are.

Let me go back and say I like my job. Most days, I love my job. And I know that makes me pretty darn lucky. BUT, all of that being said, the varying schedule has worn on me lately. My schedule has changed every few weeks for the past three-ish months. Normally, if there is such a thing, my schedule will only change once every four months. That seems doable. Right now, though, as soon as I feel like I’ve acclimated to my new hours, my hours change. I’m a big girl, though, so I take full responsibility for allowing my schedule to kick my butt right now.

But, I digress. This isn’t a post about work. I’ll cover that another day, I’m sure. This is a post about my love of slow mornings.

I love waking up without an alarm. I want to get up, enjoy the quiet of my home, pour myself a steaming mug of coffee, and sit. It doesn’t particularly matter where. I’ll sit on the couch between two cushions (because sitting on the crack makes more of a nest than sitting properly centered on the cushion). Some mornings, I’ll take my coffee outside, sit on the back porch, and enjoy the views of the power lines and the sound of my neighbors’ chickens. Other days, I’ll retreat back to my bed with my coffee in hand, where my pup can keep snuggling me.

I don’t want to turn on all of the lights when I get up. Actually, that’s pretty true no matter what time of day. As my mother used to tell us growing up, “we’re not the Rockefellers.” πŸ˜‰ If I can get away with not turning on any lights, I will. Hey, I ate my carrots growing up. I can see just fine.

And, I don’t want to talk. Or be talked to. Just let me be.Β Once the coffee takes effect, I’ll happily engage in conversation. Perhaps too much too soon for some people. But, until then, shhhhh.

Mornings are my time. It is when I can think in peace. Regardless of what time it actually is in the real world, if no one is talking to me at home and it is still semi-dark in the house, I can pretend I’m up before dawn tackling my to-think-and-to-do list before the rest of the world is even awake. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. (Perhaps a false sense, but a sense nonetheless.)

I just love my mornings.

Unfortunately, on days I head into work, the minutes I can spend to myself in the morning are limited. And, today, I’ve already exhausted them. Who had the bright idea to only have 24 hours in a day anyway?!Β 

So, I’ll leave you with these questions before I go…
-Do you drink coffee? If so, how do you take it?
-Are you a morning person or a night owl?
-What does your morning look like? Is there a difference between your current morning routine and your ideal/desired morning routine?
-Can you write me an excuse to get out of work today? (Kidding.)

Have a great day, folks!

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