I love the early morning. There is just something about the taste of that first cup of coffee once I drag myself out of bed, that makes everything - bleary eyes, aching feet, tripping over the cat in the dark - worth it. There is something about the peaceful quietness of the house, knowing that everyone is still asleep and that no demands can be made upon me until I've finished this first cup of coffee. There is something about the coolness of the air, no matter how high the temperature is supposed to be, when I walk outside to go for that caffeine-fueled morning run. There is something about this time of day that gives me clarity of thought and an ability to focus that I just can't always find later in the day. This is my time of day, and I love it!
Lately, I've been missing out on my morning time. Since my schedule has changed to being pretty much wide-open, I don't have to get up at 5:00 AM to start my day. I don't have to workout before I go to school because I can still get my morning workout in after I drop the kids off at the bus. I don't sit down to write until after all the above has been done, along with morning dishes, straightening up the house, and starting some laundry. But then other things pop up throughout the day - an invitation to lunch? Sure, delicious! A run with a friend? Please! A trip to the grocery store by myself? Heavenly! Tate needs a bigger bike because his knees are getting bruised from bumping the handle bars of the bike we bought him 2 1/2 years ago with each pump of his peddles? Let's go bike shopping! It's the simple pleasures of my newly found "free time" that I've come to enjoy.
However, all this "free time" has really thrown a wrench into my new lack of schedule. The nice thing is, I can always do whatever I need to get done later...but sometimes later doesn't come. So on this Saturday morning, I decided to set my alarm for 5:30 AM, so I could get up and spend some quality time with myself. Today is going to be a day of family, friends, football, and fun, but before all that starts, I want to steal some time for myself. 5:30 AM is that time.
I don't think it matters when your time of day is, but what matters is that you find it. Recently, I read a Facebook post in which a friend said something about sitting outside and reading before she started work that day. I thought, incredulously, "What? That can be done?" I have been thinking about that a lot lately - taking the time to do something you love each and every day - no matter how much time you have or don't have.
My time of day is up - people are on the prowl at my house, and the hustle and bustle of a new day has begun. But that's okay; I've had my time, and I feel rejuvenated. Find your time of day. Do whatever you need to do, even if it's only for a few minutes, and make it your time. That's one thing that you shouldn't put off!
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